“Courtney,” I exasperatedly called, “are you avoiding me?”
She scrunched her nose and looked away, her eyes clearly saying that she really was avoiding me.
“No,” she lied, because her voice trembled and was high-pitched. “Why would I avoid you?”
I heaved a sigh. When morning came, I went near her to talk to her about any random stuff but she scurried past me like I was the plague. That stung, most especially it was coming from her. I wanted to know if she had a problem with me. Our oath of being honest with each other was slightly tampered and it hurt, knowing she was the one who initiated to make that.
“It’s just you’re not acting your usual self,” I answered dejectedly, rubbing my arms against my palms. The air blew beside me.
“I’m just hungry,” she admitted, gazing herself to the r
