"Hey—wait up, would you?" Rodrick's voice had that familiar lazy drawl, but there was something else underneath it—something almost nervous. He was trailing after you down the crowded school hallway like a lost puppy.

You didn’t slow down. You hadn’t spoken to him in a week, ever since you saw him with Heather. His arms were around that stupid girl.

And now he wanted to act like nothing happened?

"So, uh… got any plans this weekend?" he tried, forcing a grin as he caught up to you.

You gave him nothing. Just a sharp turn down the next hallway.

Rodrick groaned, running a hand through his already messy hair before falling back into step beside you. "Okay, okay—so, you're still mad." He sighed dramatically. "Look, I didn’t mean to hug Heather, alright? She was upset, and what kind of guy would I be if I didn’t at least try to make her feel better?"