Wanted

After grabbing what I need, I click the lock back in place, then turned around to go to my next class.
Then, there it was. The flash of dirty blonde hair and dark blue eyes. I knew exactly who he was.
Well so much for avoiding him for the rest of my life.
I walk a little faster and try to pass him so I won't have my eyes glued to the back of his head.
Like always, my plan backfires. Instead of passing him, he stops right in front of me and I crash into him. My binders and papers go everywhere. Shit.
He turns around. "Whoa wat-, wait aren't you the girl in my French class. Don't you sit in front of me?"

"Yeah and aren't you the guy who clearly doesn't know how to walk in a crowded hallway." I reply.

"Yep, you're definitely the same girl."

I roll my eyes and bend down to pick the papers up. Surprisingly he bends down next to me and picks up the last of them.
"Here" He places the papers in my hand and stands back up. I do the same and shove them in my binder.