Taunting

Aa: Listen to this.

Aa: There’s a girl on my floor who’s very nice.

H: Oooh, very nice girl…

Aa: No, it’s a disaster.

Aa: Listen.

Aa: I see her in passing a lot.

Aa: Especially like, walking down the hall.

H: Uh huh…

Aa: And we always greet each other and smile and whatnot.

Aa: And I DON‘T KNOW HER NAME.

Aa: And I think she knows I don’t know her name.

H: hahah

Aa: Because she always makes a point of saying Hi Aaaaaron, with the emphasis on Aaron.

Aa: Like she’s taunting me!

H: I like this girl already.

Aa: It’s agony I tells ya!

H: I have an unforgetable personality and an easily forgotten name.

Aa: I was told her name once, on the first day I got here.

Aa: Hers and about a bajillion other people’s…

Aa: I’ve been trying to find out sneakily.

Aa: Like, it says our names on the doors, so if I see what room she goes into…

H: ahh

H: That would be good.

H: Just ONE THING:

H: DO NOT

Aa: …forget a second time?

H: …call her the wrong name.

H: I’ve been called “anna”

H: and “heather”

H: enough times

H: and it always sucks when a perfectly GORGEOUS smart, funny, awesome boy

H: calls you the wrong name

Aa: Yeah, I hate when gorgeous boys call me the wrong name.