"What's up with you?" he asked and I shrugged.
"Nothing, what's up with you?" I replied as I looked at the wall behind him. I knew he was growing frustrated by the way he ran his hands through his hair, tugging lightly when he reached the ends of his dark brown strands. I was getting frustrated, too. He has no idea what's wrong with me. What kind of friend is that? He's the one that did it, too! How's he just going to pretend like it didn't happen?
"Alexis," he stated firmly.
"Axel," I replied, just as firm as my eyes remained on the brick wall behind him. I attempted to count the bricks to calm my mind. 1...2...3...4...
"You're not even looking at me," he responded.
"I don't have to be looking at you to hear you," I retorted. 11...12...13...14
"It makes me feel like you're listening
