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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.

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