"Mathew... Hey! Wait up!" Olivia's voice rang through the street as I continued walking. I thought she'd sigh and go on her way like she often did, but I heard footsteps behind me and I realized she was following me.
"Mathew!" she yelled again. Her voice was closer, and I tried to quicken my pace which is hard to do when you have hands weighed down with grocery bags. I let out a groan of frustration when I felt her claps her hand on my shoulder. I stopped in my tracks, just standing there as both of us let out heavy breaths.
"Mathew," she said again, but with a softer voice. "Didn't you hear me? I wanted to talk to you," she said. My mind felt fogged. I didn't have anything to say to her, and I didn't want to speak to her if all she had to say was 'come back.' I shrugged her hand off my
