Odd Encounter

Innocently writing my English paper when I noticed PJ in the corner of my eye.  He came up next to me in a friendly manner and said, "Hey , Parisa, mind if I use this computer?" I said of course not, he said Linh was taking a test, and I said ohh, and then told him the password to the computer.  He put his stuff down on the desk, and said, still friendly, "And how are you, Parisa?" and I gave some sort of automatic response and directed the question at him for a similar answer.  He had already said more to me than usual.
Then he opened his bag but paused said, "You know, Parisa, -" And I always listen when someone says my name like that because people rarely say it like they mean something, "- I really hate everyone I'm in school with now... I really- ... I really can't stand them." I paused in thinking about Hitchcock and sort of looked at him out of the corner of my eye,  "- I just, I see how selfish they are. Now that I'm a senior, and can distance myself from it all I realize how petty and pointless the drama and everything is... Like now that I'm sort of on the outside," I sort of made an agreeing noise and commented on the sad irony of it, sort of smiling what I think was a bitter sort of smile but I couldn't really hold it back.   He went on with:
"It's like I see how it really is now, how people have this sense of entitlement but they haven't done anything to earn it." He went on on this track for a bit, mostly putting together sentances saying the same things, and I sort of nodded and listened because I could tell that he wanted to say it somehow and he wanted to share it with me.  He had my complete and undivided attention now.  I was looking directly at him.
In my head I think I was laughing a scoffing sort of a laugh.  This whole time he's been standing in front of the desk beside mine. I leaned back in my chair to see him better and he sort of fidgeted.  I said something like "yeah, I know what you mean." But I was also sort of confused because it all sounded strangely apologetic.  I wondered where this was coming from and I think for a minute I dropped the facade of preoccupation and distance I always keep in my eyes.  My real feelings of anger, bittersweet amusement and maybe a little bit of loneliness (becuase it's hard to see things that no one else around you does, to feel aware) showed through.
At the same time I didnt really know what to say.  I knew that although this was a sort of expression of support, it was being expressed in the past tense, meaning the danger, as wimpy people see it, was mostly over.  Or maybe it was prompted by some sort of left-over feelings, new perspective, sense of morality, and a coming of the end of the year when we all would be set free and never have to see each other again. 
Then PJ spotted someone entering the library and sort of perked up.   I heard Linh's voice and he turned to me and said "Actually I'm gonna go over there," zipped up his backpack, and flung in over one shoulder.  We smiled at each other, some something friendly/dismissive then he suddenly turned back and said, "Sorry, Parisa," with a smile over his shoulder. I laughed and said no problem and then for some reason called out thanks. He said something else over his shoulder that I didn't really get and turned the corner.  Altogether he'd said my name about 4 times. It felt odd becuase he'd pronounced it clearly and completely every time.  Teachers usually call me Per - i - sa or Puh-reese, or sort of blend my name together.  Other people in school rarely say my name because most of the people I talk to either don't know it, forgot it, or it's not important.  The people at the lunch table I sometimes sit at don't talk directly to me.  I initiate most of the conversations I have with random classmates so no one ever is trying to get my attention.
I like my name.