The jock and the nerd. Or not

Day 49 (Tuesday)

"Anybody has scissors?" asked Oliver.

We were in French class.

I took out my scissors and handed them to him as fast as I could. I wanted him to borrow my scissors. Not anyone else's. Mine. Why mine? Who knows! But what I did know was that he was going to take my scissors, and he was going to say thank you.

He took them. He did not say thank you.

I was pretty bored during the whole class. At the end of it, I realized I was missing something.

"Excuse me," I told Oliver. "But can I get my scissors back?"
"Oh, right."

He looked as if he had completely forgotten about them. Stupid guy. He did give them back though.

After French, we had a five minute break.

"Hi," asked someone.

I turned around and faced Julian, who was looking at me with puppy dog eyes.

"Hey," I answered. Trying to unawkwardise (I'm not sure that's a word) the situation.
"How've you been?" he asked.
"Okay... How about you?"
"I'm fine..."

After a long and awkward silence, I decided to just make peace with him.

"Listen," I started. "It's probably going to be awkward again for the next couple of weeks, but it doesn't have to be! Can we just be friends again?"
"Um, sure." He replied.

Now all I have to do is just hope things aren't gonna be that weird between us.