Crying backwards, 06

So, it became a routine. I would walk to my locker alone, talk to Oliver for twenty minutes or so until the bell rang, and walk back to where my other friends were and go to class. We'd always smile and wave in the halls, but nothing ever evolved from that. I was still set on proving Cynthia the Cynical wrong and I really wanted to get to know him more, well more intimately.
I yawned as I stepped off the bus and onto campus, walking towards C-Hall with my friend Randy. I left him at the entrance of the hall and he parted to go to his locker. I made my way down past the Asian pervert and his equally perverted friends, who wouldnt dare to comment on me anymore since they knew Oliver was a mere ten feet away. I felt an arm slip around my shoulders and bit my tongue.
Oliver would come save me from the horny guys. I looked towards my locker and didnt see him. I was alone, he left me alone. I started to shake the arm off my shoulders and I heard a familiar laugh come from next to me. "Calm down, Julz."
"Oli, you fucking scared me. You shouldnt do that, really. Do you get off knowing you surprise me daily?" I laughed, hitting his chest with my free hand. He nodded and laughed along with me, stopping us at my locker and opening it for me. I had told him my combination once and he remembered it two weeks later. He held the door for me chivalrously and I threw my books in. He kicked my locker shut and beamed down at me. I couldnt tell you how much I loved being his friend, but of course- I wanted to get closer.
I wanted to feel him.
for you i'd count the salt under the sea,
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