`Hey,' Miller tried to strike a conversation with her in their History class. Astrid merely raised an eyebrow.
`Why aren't you talking to me?', he questioned.
`The project has finished. You don't have to burden yourself talking to me', she answered and buried her nose in her book.
`Girls drop themselves to talk to me but you-', he started but she cut him short.
`Why me?'
`I think you are real', he spoke the truth. Astrid took a deep breath and spoke at length.
`Question 1. Are you trying to get into my pants? Question 2. You have no respect for women whatsoever, thinking them as an object and I had to experience that doing the school project with you. Will your amoeba cells change? Question 3. We are not and let me emphasize NEVER will be in the same clique of friends. So why the need to talk? And it reverts to Question 1.', she folded her arms across her chest and awaited an answer from him.
