Gavin, stop she says as I approach her in the hall.
What? I respond dumbly.
Stop. Don't talk to me unless you have to. We can do the project, that's all.
I give her an expressionless look. Because that's how I feel.
Expressionless.
Stop trying to figure me out. I don't want you to figure me out. Robot. One word. Get over it. LEAVE.
Her face is a shade of pink. A mixture of anger and embarrassment.
She starts to walk away, obviously holding back something.
Tears?
I don't stop her. She asked me to leave.
But I'm staying. Right here. By her locker. Where she'll have to come back to.
I'll see her then.
