After Matt stormed from the room, I felt like breaking down into tears. Why can’t he see right through my lies? Or is he just stupid? I wiped at the few tears that escaped my eyes and put my head down on the table.
Feeling like I was about to start sobbing uncontrollable, I gathered all my books and rushed from the library. Running too fast, I ran right into someone, falling to the school’s tile floor.
He bent down to help pick up my books. It was Van.
When I realized it was him, I stood up quickly; trying to rush away but he grabbed my arm. “Hey there.â? He said silently. “What’s wrong with you?â?
“Nothing.â? I sniffed. “Let go.â? I tugged at his hand but he had a firm grip.
“You remember me, don’t ya?â?
“Gotta go, Van.â?
“Just left my boy back in class.” He said, shaking his head. “Man was a wreck. You got my boy sweatin’ you, huh?â?
“Let me go!â? I snapped loudly, pulling out of his grasp. “I don’t care about your boy and your boy don’t care about me! So just leave it at that!â?