I manage to dodge Diego all day, whether it's on purpose or not, I'm not quite sure. He showed up a few minutes late to first period and the seat he usually sits in (in front of me) was taken, so he was forced to move to the back, far, far away from me. I occasionally felt someone's gaze on me but I never bothered to check. I managed to get out of first period without running into him. By the time I do see him, I've prepared myself for the encounter.
I'm at my locker right before study hall, which is when I typically run into him and his friends. I'm digging around in my locker, trying to inconspicuously wait for them to show up. When I hear a familiar band of footsteps down the hall, I slowly begin loading my books into my bag. I close my locker and see them slowly treading towards me wi
