She doesn’t seem to notice me when I arrive and is busy talking to two other women, who I assume are her close friends with the comfortable way they talk with each other. It makes me smile to see Lex in a NYU shirt that is far too large for her small frame, while her friends are dressed in the latest workout wear, probably from one of the latest movie star’s line. Lex has never cared about that kind of thing and it makes me smile that she still doesn’t. I decide that I’ll try to avoid her during class when we break off into groups, but when I hear a loud thump and gasps through the room, all my plans go out the window. I leap off my treadmill and run over to Lex, helping her off the floor. I didn’t see what happened, but the look on her face makes me laugh a little to myself. “Jesus, Lex, are you alright?” I feel her flinch at my touch, but she doesn’t look my way. She knows it’s me. I have no doubt, but she looks ahead and ignores my question as if I am as dead to her as I made myself out to be, and only speaks to the coach who has come to her side, while her friends eye me curiously.
