“You were carrying twenty textbooks,” Ashley continued.  By the way, what was that about?  Didn’t they give you a locker?

“It wasn’t twenty books, it was more like six,” protested Spencer.  Ashley chuckled.  My locker got jammed so I was forced to carry all my books with me for the whole day.  I was going to develop arm muscles that way as well as the beginning of having back problems.

“Your locker wouldn’t open?” Ashley asked.  If I knew that back then, we could’ve been locker buddies.  I never use my locker to begin with.  Spencer chuckled.

“No, I had to switch lockers a week later after all the nagging I had to do,” answered Spencer.  I would share my locker with Glen.  He shared lockers with at least three other people.

“The first time I saw you, I saw all of your books on the ground and you were going to pick them up,” Ashley observed.

“Yeah, Sherry bumped into me,” responded Spencer simply.

“She’s a bitch,” Ashley commented.  If you don’t worship the ground she walks on, you’re considered a social outcast.

“I learned that the hard way,” said Spencer.  You were the only one who helped me with my books.  There were other kids walking past me and kicking my books all over the place.  I remember when I first saw you and I thought that I had never seen anyone as beautiful as you.  Ashley smiled and Spencer added, “I was still in a daydream when your boyfriend came out of nowhere and whisked her away. I thought the chances of us being meeting again and being friends was very unlikely.”

“Yet it was very likely,” Ashley pointed out.  In six months, we have come a long way.  We’re finally together.  We did cross paths later that day.  I followed you after school. How did you think that we happened to run into each other?

“What?” asked Spencer.  I would think I would know that I was being followed. I thought we were going in the same direction or something.

“Your attention span is incredible,” Ashley answered.  You were so busy to make sure you wouldn’t drop your books or anything that you didn’t notice me driving until I honked the horn and offered you a ride.  We hung out and the rest was history.