So, we worked together, and everything was fine. Like, we-were-never-hating-each-other fine. It wasn't even like one of us started being nice, and the other didn't know what the fuck was happening.
We even made a fort.
So at the end of the night, I went up to her and said, "So HEY! We kind of didn't hate each other tonight." And she said she didn't hate me, she just thought I hated her, and I told her I thought she hated me. So she said she thought she did something to make me hate her, and I said I thought she did which is why I thought she hated me. So I really don't know what the fuck.
I apologized for the change thing, even though I still think it's kind of funny. She said "So does everyone else." She was mad that night, but she seems OK with it now. And I said I was sorry about the schedule thing, which was an honest accident. She told me she found the schedule, and the other girl didn't tell me that. So, I made her count $20 in change. She (technically) made me dig through garbage cans that smelled like bananas, pizza, chinese food, and... bathroom, looking for a schedule that wasn't missing. I think that makes us even.
So, I guess everything's fine now. We just seriously need to stop hating each other for no reason. This is the second time. I blame all the sexual tension between us.
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