Lydia knows I hate people, even her. Yet her and Delia still suggested, and forced me to, hangout with some random girl from my school. I've seen her in the hallways a few times, and she actually stays in the dorm room next to mine. But that doesn't mean I know her or want to hangout with her. Hell, I bet she hasn't even heard of me before, or even my mom.

But looking down at her now, as she sits on the front steps of my grandpa's old house, it appears she doesn't want to be here either. I mean, why would she? She was asked to hangout with me on the day of my grandpa's funeral. She doesn't even know me!!

"So... What's your name? Not that I care or anything, but you're here so I may as well ask."

I mumbled awkwardly, glancing away. God, I hate talking to people.