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there is a boy in my first period class who comes everyday wearing a different jacket. from the two weeks ive had, ive settled on a favorite. its a maroon, bomber jacket with what I believe is a pentagram on the back, I don't think I'll ever change my mind. he also wears a hat that says "safety first" on the back, his hair flares up a lot, only now have I realized I've seen him about twice without something to cover his head. the first words I remember being spoken to me from him were, "haha I want to die." quickly he turned around, and I was left in utter confusion as to why he shared that with me, but me too. out of the blue one day, he spoke to me. he said ever so casually, "hey." I smiled and I responded back with a, "hi." he turned his body so he could face me more, and asked how I was doing. considering it was early in the morning, I am positive I said something along the lines of how I wanted death to come upon me. he turned back, and we sat quietly the rest of the period. he came in another day with some oversized hoodie from my favorite band, so I asked him if he had seen them live. he said yes, but it sucked because he didn't experience it first hand. I sat quiet for a few seconds while I thought of a response, so I said nothing. some days we would pass not talking, and sometimes all we ever did was talk. we had class in the library once, and he decided to sit next to me. he talked quite a lot to me that I don't remember what was said. all I can remember is him paying his fee for the book romeo & juliet that he checked out in seventh grade, and how he's seen all the movies from the lord of the rings. he apologized for talking so much, and I apologized for not talking enough. I decided to take my glasses off seeing as how they bugged the bridge of my nose. he grabbed my glasses and joked how blind I was, and then he complimented the frames. I called myself trash for getting them, but he insisted they looked "cool," and I looked pretty in them. he walked me to a few of my periods that day. the next day he gave me a note at the end of the class, and asked if he could trust me. of course I nodded, and he handed me a note with a cover that had messy writing on it. it gave me instructions not to open it till third period. so I waited, and I begged for second period to end. at last third period arrived, and so I eagerly opened it, and there I saw the opening word, "hiiiii ......" the note explained how he wanted to get to know me better, and why he didn't know why he wrote it. I didn't see him the whole day. the next day when I came into class things seemed tensed between us. I gave him his book back that I found in fifth period the other day. I felt like apologizing, but I did nothing wrong. he didn't even glance my way the whole hour except for the quick, "thanks" after I handed him his belonging. I guess I was just upset, but I brushed it off. I saw him later in the hallway, I wanted to say hi, but he just simply walked past me. it was a friday, so that's how we left things, there isn't much to do when there is nothing to say.