a short, exasperated little thing slams her locker and scurries around the corner practically slamming into a telephone pole of a guy. he smiles, says her name, and asks if she was trying to run him over and it takes her a few seconds for the wheels of her brain to slow down enough to respond; an awkward laugh and an eye roll and a sarcastic “yeah” that is shouted as he’s still walking the other direction. the wheels start up again and her little legs move even faster to make up for lost time.
how interesting this scene must have looked to the people passing by. two people shouting at each other as they continued to walk down the hallway both grinning wildly.