Roszhen Faiye was always getting into misunderstandings with other people, which is how I came to know her. I was a low profile student from Everhart high school who only cared about graduating without much attention. She was just some random girl who got transferred right in the middle of the school year.
Our first encounter started off bad which pretty much placed all chances of ever interacting with each other in decline. Despite that my first impressions of her made a sudden turn from annoyance to sympathy. Observing her alone was enough for me to realize that she was similar to me in a certain aspect, the aspect of socialization. We both sucked at it, the only difference though is I couldn’t care less, while on the other hand she might have some difficulty coping up to it.
I told myself before to worry over her when my own “circumstances” were over with. At first that seemed like the best option, not until I finished up with home work, which was also one of my other burdens. I just couldn’t find peace with myself, my mind kept going back to that image of her walking down the halls all by herself, probably to have lunch, all by herself.
I guess you can call this a sense of sympathy for a fellow comrade. Crap. Can’t believe I’m actually saying these kind of stuff. I’m making up relational theories as I go along, well whatever let’s just get this over with.
-----------------------------------------------Some moments later------------------------
Damn, even if I have the nerve to go about calling her a comrade and all, just starting up a conversation with her is tough! I might as well end up embarrassing myself in front of her making our already awkward impression of each other even worse. Yesterday I told myself to leave her matters for later but right now I’m just a few feet away from her as we all form our lines. I better make a move before they start the morning assembly or else my only chance left will be during lunch period, all other breaks by then will be occupied with group discussions and other annoying school stuff.
Ah, here goes—I walk over to her ready to go against all of my life’s standard codes.
“Hey,” I greeted out to her.
She turned to face me but her eyes looked away, “good morning Mr. Heurlett,” she greeted.
Sweat trickled down the side of my temple, and it’s still 7 in the morning. “I would like to,” I stuttered, “…to apologize about before…”
This caught her attention. “Apologize? For what?” she asks.
Oh don’t play clue less to me missy. “Let me get to the point,” I said, “we both started off on a bad foot, so I’d like to make up for it starting now.”
She looked at me with confusion all plastered on her face. “Pardon me Mr. Heurlett but I believe you have done me no wrong.”
Is she for real? With all her turning away and suspicious behavior why wouldn’t we have a problem?! And what’s with that speech, is she some kind of polished old British lady?!
“Ms. Faiye I believe we do have a problem, and it is because of such problem that I fear would put a strain on our relationship.”
“And what relationship is that?”
“Our Comr—I mean relationship as class mates of course.”
“You would worry that much, disregarding my being a new transferee not to mention a stranger at that?”
“Ugh yea?” I respond.
She gasps, “maniac!”
Wait what. Maniac? How did that escalate to me being called a maniac?
I just wanted to patch things up between us, was I probably looking deeper into things again? Did she see our first encounter as nothing more but a daze? Other than that, how did patching things up take a turn for the worse?
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