If she's interested too, she can open up the smaller envelope, but if not, she can simply throw it away, and at least I'll have made an attempt. But I...m not looking forward to handing this guy an envelope addressed to his ex-girlfriend. He's known I've had a thing for her, even though she never quite figured it out. Chances are he'd see it and either demand she tell him what it was, or take it in a back room and open it himself."The guy, easily within a few years of Josh, snickered. "Yeah, I. " I suppose you know every girl in the school." Pretty much." Then I added, "Definitely the cute ones," to annoy her."Argh." When did you start?" I asked, to change the subject."Monday." Are you a cheerleader?" I was 'til Monday," she said bitterly. "Now I can't try out until spring." Bummer."Bummer? I can't believe I said bummer. I never say bummer."Your folks move here for a job? You'll like it once you get used to it." No, mom got married. And no, I don't think I'm going to like it here.". When I inquired of his landlady about his past history before he had taken up residence in this shabby part of the slowly disintegrating city, she rested her broom for a moment and opined that he wasn’t one to stop and gab much with anyone and the only time she saw him was when he knocked on her door with the monthly rent money.Then, she straightened up a bit and I saw she was quite taller than I had first imagined and she pulled out a pack of cigarettes to light one up with studied care. She. I am of course mortified because we broke up over my dressing, which I never thought was a big deal, so I spend the rest of the party avoiding them, always watching where I go and leaving rooms as they walk into them... Finally the party winds down and most of the guests are gone, so I assume she is gone too and start to relax. Big mistake. I no sooner sit down than there she is hands on hips shaking her head with a look of disgust on her face...I start to get nervous and pretend I am someone.