"Are you mad at me?" Sara asked, looking at the side of Gavin's face through his hair. She shifted nervously in her seat and stared up at him, then looked back at the grass. They were in the park again, it was their spot, and while Sara knew she didn't need to cut class anymore, she knew better than to tell Gavin no. Keeping him happier made everything so much easier.
He lifted the joint to his lips, sucked in smoke and then held it in his chest, blowing it out to the air.
"I'm not mad." He finally said after what felt like eons of silence to Sara. He shrugged a shoulder, "Just… you know, Sar, my feelings are hurt. I thought I made it clear to you how I don't want to feel like that."
"Feel like what?" Sara rubbed her hands over her jeans and stared at him. "Like you screamed at your bes
