The Conversations I wish I Never Had

The Anatomy of Lockers

"So we meet again."

"...Oh yeah, the raging ass hat that drops books on, and I quote, 'short little girls with pink glasses.' And by the way, excuse my pretentiousness, they're fuchsia. Not pink."

"Wow, that was...impressive."

"Impressive?"

"Yeah, you quoting me like a book or something."

"Well, you're definitely not a book."

"I bet you'd know, huh?"

"And what's that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing. Just that I saw your locker the other day and its filled, head to toe, with nothing but thick, boring looking, books."

"Okay, one, lockers don't have heads or toes, and two, they're not boring."

"Really?"

"Really. Maybe, instead of judging books by their covers, you should, oh, I don't know, actually open one up and read it. You can read, right?"

"Ha ha. Funny."

"..."

"..."

"Why are you even here? It's lunch time."

"I guess I could be asking you the same thing."

"If you must know, I always eat in the library. It's quieter and there are less people for me to glare at."

"You do seem to do that a lot."

"Only to the exceptionally annoying ass hats like yourself."

"I am honored."

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever."

"..."

"..."

"Stop staring at me; you're being a creep."

"I'm not staring at you, I'm thinking. And you just happen to be in my line of vision."

"Creep."

"I will stab you with my spork."

"I love girls who are fiesty."

"And I love guys who respect my peronal space and alone time. Be gone, peasant."

"Hmmm. You're lucky that I actually have something to do at the moment. But, we will meet again."

"God, I hope not."

"Are you even religious?"

"Why are you still here?"

"Such a punk."

"I thought I was 'fiesty'."

"They're interchangable."

"...Ass hat."

"You know one day, you're going to actually have to call me by my name.'

"Too bad that one day, isn't today."