Alejo walked over to my desk, hands in his pockets, and asked, "Do you have the homework?" Slightly uncomfortable, I told him no, I didn't, sorry. (Lie. Obviously I had the homework -- I always had the homework. Everyone knows that.)
But instead of calling me on this, he dimpled at me and said, "Thanks, anyway," then walked away.
I watched as he went to ask another classmate the same question. We have never interacted much, Alejo and I. Just when it's something school-related. You could likely attest that to my own personality rather than his, or anyone else's. Countless people have admitted to me that I am not incredibly personable. Quiet. Reserved. Unapproachable, even.
Do I care?
Not really.
Xue, my equal in academic organization but far superior to me in sociability, seemed to have had the homework for Alejo. Hm.
Great for him.
Very... Kindly of her, with her...
Zippy personality.
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... ... ...
For the first time, I thought, Maybe I ought to have given him a chance -- but the thought was a fleeting one as I heard Xue and Alejo's laughter and realized the implications of sharing homework and, consequentially, a relationship.
Pah to that; I would rather be considered unapproachable for the rest of my life.
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