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"Welcome to psychology," The teachers greets us, his expression blank and impassive.
I roll my eyes and take a seat at the back.
"I'm not arrogant," Luke says as he sits down next to me.
I scoff and put my bag on the floor.
"Why are you doing this?" I ask curiously, leaning back in my chair.
"Talking to me, sitting next to me."
"Because I like you."
I shake my head and face away from him. "And you like me," He says before chuckling lightly.
"Used to," I point out.
"So let's begin," The teacher hollers, his voice barely audible over the loud conversations between students.
The lesson went by fairly fast and I didn't have to talk to Luke again.
Despite there being no conversation between us, I felt his gaze on me continuously and every time I met it he quickly diverted it.
At the end of class, he waited for me and walked down the hall with me. It was all really bizarre.
"I'm going to prove to you that I'm not egotistical or arrogant," He informs me.
"And how are you going to do that?"
"You have to get to know me and become my friend and then you can tell me what you think of me," He explains.
"So we're gonna be best friends," I chortle.
"Yeah. You have to come to the party tonight."
We stop at the corner to finish our conversation.
"I'll pick you up at 7," He tells me before walking off in the opposite direction to me.
I plodded to my next lesson, still kind of bewildered about the whole thing and with one question stuck in my mind: What was I getting myself into?