Throughout all of this, I was still avoiding Eric Harris. And Eric was avoiding me. It was hard for Dylan. He didn't talk much about it, but you could tell. Nobody wants to be in the position of being friends with two people who hate each other. I figured it wouldn't be for much longer, though. By December, we were signing up for spring term of senior year. Only one more semester to go; then Dylan would be off to college, and I would be off to do whatever the heck I decided to do, and we would be free of Columbine forever. Worries about Eric Harris were the farthest thing from my mind.
