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of him. 
Why the hell did I care that this girl was crying?  When she didn’t say
anything, I nodded towards the shirt in her hand.  She seemed to catch on
to what I was talking about.
    “No,
they didn’t.”  She went back to what she was doing.  Any other girl
would have been jumping at the chance to talk to me and I could barely keep her
talking.  “It kind of sucks when your favorite team doesn’t even make the
playoffs,” she finally added.  She finished up switching her wash over and
turned the dryer on.  She left her laundry basket next to the dryer and
grabbed the few shirts she had hung up before walking around me to the
door.  She shrugged her shoulders.  “There’s always next year,” was
the last thing she said before she walked out and around the corner.  The
only reason I didn’t follow her was I didn’t want her to think that I was some
kind of stalker if she happened to turn around and see me.
    It
wasn’t until Monday that I saw her again.  I recognized her in my Cell Bio
class.  I’m really not sure how I never noticed her before.  She
walked in a few minutes before the lecture started and made her way to the back
of the room to one of the few seats left open.  Once she sat down and
settled in with her notebook in front of her, pen in her hand, I realized she
still had that sullenexpression.  I found
myself watching her throughout the lecture, wondering what was going on with
her, and trying to come up with an excuse to talk to her again.  As soon
as Dr. Willis dismissed us, I saw her throw her stuff in her backpack and there
was enough time to make it outside the door before her.  I didn’t
anticipate being stopped before getting out of the room.
    “Hey,
Rocco,” Carrie said blocking the aisle.  “Where are you off to in such a
hurry?”  She was one of those girls who made herself look so easy. 
It was nauseating that some girls had no self-respect.  I knew that I
could take this girl back to her room right now and do whatever I wanted to
her.  Even if I wasn’t trying to catch this girl, Carrie wouldn’t stand a
chance.  I have no tolerance for her. 
    “I
need to take care of something, Carrie.  I’ll see you around,” I pushed
passed her before she could say anything else.  I knew it was rude, but it
didn’t matter to me. Of course, the brown haired girl was nowhere to be
found.  She wasn’t anywhere in sight outside of the building either. 
    The
next time I saw her was when she walked into lab this morning a few minutes
late.  She hesitated as she stepped inside before making her way to her
seat.  The stool next to her was open and I was hoping her lab partner
wouldn’t show up.  I would definitely go up and offer to be her partner
for the day.  Just in case, I started gathering up my stuff.  Then
when Dr. Willis said her partner dropped, I felt like a kid on Christmas
morning.  It didn’t take long for me to head up to the open spot next to
her. 
    What
I didn’t expect was how this girl somehow manages to send me on an emotional
roller coaster.  At first, she just sat there staring at me.  The
look on her face was a mix of confusion and something else.  Maybe,
disgust?  She was hard for me to read.  I considered returning to my
seat alone in the back.  I was glad something made me stay when she
explained why she was so quiet.  It was hard as hell to stifle my laugh
when she said she sucked in Cell Bio.  I know there must have been a
stupid ass grin plastered on my face, but I was so relieved her hesitation had
nothing to do with me.  Then when she didn’t remember talking to me just
last week, she crushed me again.  Starting the lab was the only way to
keep from staring at her.  There was no way she was going to see how she
affected me.
    As
she tried to figure out what page the lab was on, I reminded her of our brief
conversation in the laundry room.  I let her struggle for a few moments to
find it before telling her the page