Barry has cared a lot about me in the past and as I took a stroll towards the pack house, I started to think of those times.
[Flashback]
After Barry helped with my notes in class, I haven't been seeing him. It was like he was intentionally avoiding me and I hated that. I shouldn't hate the way he avoided me, I should be glad he's not involving me in his troubles. I hated it that a part of me misses him.
Anytime, I take my books from my locker, I secretly wished someone would push me from behind so he could magically appear to save me like he did the other day in the hallway, but nothing happened.
I decided to push him off my mind as I carried a tray full of food with both hands, walking towards an empty table by the corner as I didn't feel like sitting with anyone today. I really just wanna be alone.
