"I-I was just-"

Green Eyes stared.

My words fell short.

Did her eyes always look that cold?

"Stop following me. I don't want to be associated with girls like you."

Girls like me? What did she mean...

The bleachers.

I cringed.

"I-I'm sorry. I-I was upset-"

"Right." Cold. Like when she rejected that boy and Barbie.

"I'm sorry. Y-You just wouldn't understand-"

She laughed. Bitter.

"Unbelievable. Because I'm gay, I don't understand what liking someone feels like? Or I can't recognize when a guy is treating a girl like shit? Don't blame me because you let your cheating, lying, man whore kiss another girl and you're in denial about it. He didn't give a shit about you and I'm sorry for trying to help you see that."

Then she was gone.