“What are you doing here?” she asks, panic creeping into her voice.
“What does it look like?” I reply, raising an eyebrow.
“I told you I’m busy.” She fidgets, twisting her fingers like she’s trying to look composed.
“And I told you I wanted to see you,” I counter, stepping a little closer.
She tilts her head, giving me this pleading look, but when she realizes I’m not moving an inch, she exhales sharply and grabs my hand. Almost dragging me, we take the stairs and I let her…partly annoyed, partly glad. I just want to talk to her.
“You can’t just show up like this,” she snaps, stopping at the corner of her dorm building. She glances around, her eyes sharp, like she’s expecting someone to jump out of nowhere.
“Why have you been avoiding me?” I draw closer, and she instinctively takes a
