I always see Elsa throughout the day, because our lockers are right across the hallway from each other's. But it's only after fifth period lunch, with our twenty minutes of free time, that we really ever "talk" to each other.
That's why it surprised me when she walked up to me in the morning.
"Why are you here so early?" she asked me.
I shrugged.
She snorted. "Are you retarded or something? Because you don't talk much."
I shrugged.
She glared at me, raising a hand to hit me. I closed my eyes, but the hit never came.
"Do you try to irritate me?"
I shook my head immediately.
"Then what? I don't get it. Why do you constantly do things that you know will set me off?"
I shrugged, and this time I was being completely honest. She must have sensed that, for her eyes narrowed in confusion, when she left.