He'd never admit it, but be liked you, so much that he was willing to bully you every day to hide his feelings for you. He knew it was pitiful, but to him, it was easier to be an asshole than to confess his feelings for you.

So upon seeing you standing by your lockers, he come up to it and closes it, then leans against it, staring at you, but his usual smirk wasn't there. "Why didn't you tell me you were moving." And he knew he was making a fool of himself because the facade was crumbling. He didn't want you to go.