i nod , thinking it best to have whatever conversation needs to be had between us in private . the number eight display was a different story , however . i guess she did n't think it important . the freshman girl asks me on the bus . i finally hit send and waited while it rang five times before someone answered . her arms were crossed over her chest and she was shaking her head at something he was saying . i walked around my old friend and rubbed his face hairs . the place smelled like oxygen or something . 