"No. Why do you keep asking me?" I lied
"I don't know. You are usually busy."
I have been trying to push away the fact that Peyton might ask what I did yesterday, being the nosy best friend she is. That's why I wasn't surprised when she asked what I did yesterday after school.
I ate another nacho chip Peyton had bought me during lunch.
Ring.
Finally, schools over. I pushed out my seat and grabbed my bag. "See ya tomorrow."
"Ok, bye." Peyton waved. I sighed as I walked off. "Oof" was all I could manage to say after i got hit on the shoulder.
"Sorry, oh! Michelle! I knew I'd see you today."
"Ryan?" I hadn't seen him most of the day.
"What? Ya miss me?"
"No," I said defensively, "I just didn't expect to see, you, um," I stuttered.
"Are you okay?" He asked me suspiciously, as he started walking with me. "What? Yeah. Why?" I countered.
"I don't see you as the lying type."
"I didn't lie. I didn't miss you. Your just cocky" I scolded, emphasizing didn't.
"Ouch. That hurt." He grabbed his heart like it hurt.
"Whatever. I have to go." I said as I walked off. He stopped walking suddenly and stared at the ground.
He didn't move.
Not one muscle.
Pain flushed over his face for a brief second,
"Ryan?"
"Huh?" He snapped out of it.
"Nothing." I shook my head, shaking it off. He continued walking, but wearily.
Probably just remembered he had a math test tomorrow. I groaned as i slapped myself mentaly for remindimg myself.I continued walking until I got home, ugh, study time.
