I really need to get a grip or I’m going to fail Chemistry. I try so hard to pay attention. I really do. But Ethan is right next to me. And he’s all tall and funny and, my god, he smells good. I can’t focus on chemistry at all… well, not the right kind of chemistry. I need to pick a night and find myself a quiet non-distracting corner of the library so I can study.
But there’s more going on than my chemistry shortcomings and my delicious lab partner…
Last night, when I gave Randy the wall bang (wow… that came out wrong… or right… haha), he turned his music down… but then he came by to see me—not something he usually does. And he apologized for the music—also not something he usually does… since it’s a running joke at this point.
We talked for a little while… about nothing, really. And then he left… and I went to sleep.
I must have been really tired because it didn’t hit me until about half way through today… I think maybe Randy wanted to stay. It was like he had something on his mind but he never told me what it was. I don’t know what’s going on with him. I should just ask him. I did that once before… in high school… just outright asked a guy why he was acting weird. It was only a little awkward. And I’m still friends with that guy so… maybe. But I’m worried. Maybe it’s self-involved for me to think this but… maybe he likes me. Like, likes me likes me.
I could be totally off on this. I probably am. I hope I am. Damn. I want him to be my friend. He’s a nice guy… he’s a little crazy… he shares his stash… and he makes dorm meetings more fun.
I hope I don’t have to lose that.
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