She replayed the whole day through her mind and picked up her pace down the corridor toward the exit, forcing herself to feel more angry than broken-hearted. She did not slow down when she reached the heavy door but smashed through without losing a step.
“Ani!” Cam’s voice called from behind her.
She turned to see him leaning against the outside wall with his bike. “What do you want?” she asked, summoning the coldest tone she could and continuing her walk.
“Ani, wait...” he shouted, catching up to her. “Can I talk to you?”
“No. Go to hell.”
“Please Ani. I need to talk to you.”
“Why? Now that school is out it’s OK to know me? Is that it? You’ll talk to me now ’cos your friends aren’t around?”
“No, Ani...” Cam attempted but she had started to walk faster. “Ani! Dammit, stop! Wait!” he
