"Mr. Dave Karofsky."
Dave closed his locker door to find Brittany on the other side. She had a straight face and was just looking up at him, books clutched to her chest. Dave quickly did what he always did when he started a conversation, looked over how it would affect his reputation. She was in glee, but she was an ex-Cheerio. No one really picked on her too much. No one in the hall was staring.
"You can just call me Dave." he said a bit awkwardly. He was taken aback by her formality.
"Ok. My Daddy says you should call someone Mr. when you're talking to them for the first time, though." Brittany said with a little shrug. It was true, Da