[on a crumpled sheet of notebook paper, covered in scribbles and cross-outs, slipped through the crack in Dean’s locker: Monday]
Deano,
Yeah, the sex was nice. I liked it. Better than I thought it would—I mean, no offense, I just Uh. Yes. Um. You didn’t call, but that’s okay, I wasn’t really expecting I guess I’ll see you in English later?
i get if you don’t want to talk to me
I really, really liked what we
that was my first
We should do that again sometime, maybe.
—Peter
[on a napkin from the cafeteria, in rushed, cramped writing, slipped into the hood of Peter's sweatshirt during English: Monday]
Petey,
Sorry about not calling you, I was.... out all weekend. That's not some excuse, I swear. I felt really bad about not being able to call, because I wanted to talk to you anyways.
Do you want to hang out again?
Because you're really cool, and I like being around... You're a great guy, Pete. Talk later?
-Dean