I'm at my locker putting my books back so I can get to lunch when he visits me.
"Hey you." He rests on the locker beside mine with his hands in his pockets.
"Hi." I briefly look at him before I turn back to the task at hand.
He watches me for a while before he speaks up
"You know, I just realized I don't know your name."
"I don't remember saying I wanted you to know my name."
"But I told you mine."
"And I didn't ask for it."
There was a long silence.
"You know when I heard about you, I thought you'd be this shy, timid, easily manipulated girl. But clearly I was wrong.
I slam my locker shut, but he didn't even flinch.
I rest a hand on my locker and the other, on my hips as I faced him.
"Oh please do tell, what did you hear about me?" I fake a smile.
"It's nothing for you to worry about."
"I don't know if I should feel insulted or honored."
