“Are you serious?
You can’t even talk to me?”
The elevator doors open, and I stride out onto my floor as I try to calm my anger down.
I know he’s got a lot going on, but he knows this is hurting me, and he doesn’t seem to care.
Is this how he works? He’s just going to cut me from his life without even letting me explain?
I sit at my desk and stare into space. My leg bounces in anger… what do I do? How do I make him understand that this is all a misunderstanding if he won’t even talk to me?
A group of girls walk out of the elevator and begin to walk down the corridor, and then they all stop on the spot when they see me, as if shocked.
I stare at them, and they exchange looks and then smirk to each other.
“Hi.” One of them fakes a smile.
“Hi,” I reply.
I turn and switch on my compu
