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She stood in the center of the hallway, surrounded by her friends and some not-so-friendly characters as the rush of students poured out of the classroom, filling the halls within a matter of seconds. He struggled to get past some of the more obstinate students, wincing as he squeezed through the gaps between them, and found himself having to rest against a locker for breath as the crush died down. Still with his books in his hands, he made his way toward her, offering a small smile when she looked up.
"Hey, Mattie! How's everything hangin'?"
"You don't have to ask that, Amelia, you know perfectly well-"
"Yes, yes, sorry. I forget you tend to like not responding to common greetings. Anyway. Did you need something?"
"What? No, I mean-yes, I do need something, but I don't…do I always come up just to ask for stuff?"
"No, not always, but you know I'd be happy to help anyway. I didn't mean it in a bad way. I just wanted to make sure."
"Well-listen, I was just wondering…" He glanced up, moving slightly away from the main flow of the crowd and was heartened to see her follow. Afforded some privacy, he faced her again. "I just wanted to know, if, after school, we could…meet somewhere, just you and me, and, well, talk. That would be nice."
She paused, considering his offer, then smiled and nodded quickly. "Sure! I'd love to! There's some stuff I don't understand in the text either, so I think a study session is just what we need. Oh, and I can take a look at that essay you needed help on-I'll look for you after school, okay? Great plan!" She flashed him a quick thumbs up, hugging her books close, then turned to dash off along the hallway, leaving him sputtering.
"Amelia-Amelia, wait, I didn't mean-" With a fruitless attempt to stop her, he sighed, watching her leave. "I don't want a study session."