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The rest of the class period and school day go by pretty rapidly. When the final bell rings, I start making my way to meet Agastya and I feel an aching forming in my stomach. I don't even know what's wrong with me. I didn't eat any chili that I know of. It takes me a good two minutes focusing on my tummy. I hadn't had this feeling in a long time but then it hits me. The feeling. It's back. A haunting.
I'm nervous.
As I approach the main doors of the school, I notice someone standing there alone. Ugh, is he already here or is it someone else? I wanted to beat him so I didn't seem like I couldn't care less about his soccer playing butt or so it didn't look like I was standing him up or something of the sort. Although I've been told that I walk slower than the average human, it's not my fault that I wasn't born with psychotically fast walking genes, now is it?
No, it isn't.
When I reach the figure, my suspicions are confirmed; it's Agastya. Once I know he sees me, I take in his appearance. He has one hand in his pocket, one hand out, holding the strap on his sling backpack and his face turns into a friendly smile showing his dental, photogenic teeth.
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