"Why?" she asked
"I don't want her to know." He said. "And its final."
"Ari, it's your girlfriend. You think she won't notice you missing out school?"
Allen smiled, sadness covering his features. "She probably won't."
"What do you mean?" She asked, not sure if she wanted to know the answer.
"I think we're done." Allen looked up, avoiding both of their gazes, and nailed his gaze to the white ceiling. "I screwed up." Noticing they did not say anything, he sighed. "I said things— I said things I shouldn't have said." Allen made a dismissive gesture with his hand. "I don't wanna talk about it."
After a minute, the rustling inside Priscilla's purse resumed. The silence kept its course, only making Allen more nervous; his heart rate rising a little.
Priscilla found the gum and threw one in her mouth, a sweet kiwi-orange smell invading the place. Then, with all the calm she could gather, she spoke again.
