We fall into a routine easily and the next few weeks all seem to blend into one.
I'm doing better in my classes and he walks a little taller in the halls. Never at full height, always a small hunch to his shoulders as if he's protecting himself.
The first few times I'd acknowledged him in public with other people around he'd shyly wave or just nod his head a little, now I'd get the occasional hello in reply depending who was with me.
"I said are you coming to La Push tonight." Jessica said waving her hand in front of my face. I bat her arm away and roll my eyes.
"Sure. Sounds like fun." I answer, though it actually sounds like torture, her vapid personality gradually becoming ever more annoying as the days pass. "Can I bring someone?"
"If it's that freak," She says pointing across the hall, "Then no."
Of course he hears what she says, because everyone hears her screeching.
"Then count me out... Hey wait up." I call after him. "Wanna hang out tomorrow?"
The smile he gave me at the library that first day is back on his face and I know I've made the right decision. "Yeah I'd like that."