In third grade, Tyler rode his bike to the houses of the girls in the neighborhood, to deliver notes that said DO YOU LIKE ME YES OR NO. I was upstairs when he came by. My mom yelled for me to come down, but I refused. Tyler had a tail of hair that went all down his back. I think he lived near the traintracks.
The next day, we girls stood around in the schoolyard with our notes, and snickered when we saw him get off his bike.
Later that afternoon, Tyler cut the skin between his thumb and forefinger with a pair of scissors underneath his desk. Then he held up his bloody hand, astonished, victorious, like he couldn't imagine how that had happened, but wasn't it remarkable. Mrs. Novak freaked out and sent him to the nurse's office. She didn't ask anyone to go with him. She told us he had forgotten to take his ADD medication, but I knew the truth.