It was funny how people seemed to flock to his side. The well-known, oh so popular pompous jerks seemed to be his usual possee. They were all around us now, simply because Casper was with us.

He drew himself back a bit. Right, I thought bitterly, don’t associate with the losers.

But then, in the middle of a drug debate, he spoke to me. “Is that Oasis?” he referred to what we were listenning to.

I nodded my head and kept writing, scared he’d leave before I was done. I wanted him closer to me, I frowned.

His black specks were sliding down his thin nose. With deliberate casualness he pushed them back up and stole a glance at me. I pretended not to notice.

At long last, the jerks left and Casper walked them out. When he came back I handed him his yearbook.

“What?” His forehead creased in confusion.

I smiled huge. “I fixed it, I wasn’t done writing. Now you have a full page, too.”

“You dirty..” He trailed off suggestively but flipped his book open excitedly. I was forgiven.