You have no idea what to say to her. After her mom died, she’s been a total mess, understandably so. She’s barely spoken to you, but when she gets into a fight at school, spilling old milk on her mom’s dress, you can’t let her ignore you anymore.

“I’ve got it, you don’t have to baby me.”

She speaks in a rough tone, nudging you away from her as she wipes her dress in the girls’ bathroom. You had found her and offered to help, which resulted in her quickly turning you down.