Life is so ironic. So I'm at my locker during the last break and it happens to be right next to the one Josh uses. It's not his, he just uses it. It's actually my best friend's, but she moved away. Anyway, he's not there or anything, but it's open a little bit at the bottom. I close it and naturally I think about him. I think about a day in GSC when I was flipping through a notebook and came across a poem. It was a testing day for sophomores that day and there were only juniors in GSC at that point in time. There were 6 of us. The teacher was being nice and she let us talk and stuff, seeing as how we didn't have work to do because of the testing. Josh moved (we had assigned seats) and sat in the seat in front of me. This was before the last time we "talked" but after the first two. I had already written that letter ("Letter" deviation) but like I said, I hadn't given it to him. I was cordial toward him. He saw the poem that my notebook was open to. It was "I Like When You Cry." I warned him that it was kind of mean and hateful. He read it and said, "That's sweet." and smiled at me. I said, "No it's not. It's mean." He was like, "But you still care about him." He totally thought the poem was about him. Right. Then he read "F This" and thought it was about him, too. Egotistical. Anyway, I'm thinking all this as I put my Pre-Cal book in my locker and shut it. Then I think about the "Letter" I wrote and never gave to him. If maybe he had somehow read it on DA. I know probably not, but.... Then I start remembering the content of the letter and how he reacted to the other pieces he read in GSC. He'd probably misinterpret it and even though it's about him, it's about the past. Now I was walking down the hall towards my computer class. I thought about the end of the letter. The very last words. Then I looked up and started paying attention to the people in the hallway around me. I'd been in thought for about 2 minutes. Josh is walking right in front of me.