"Shut up!"
His voice echoed throughout the classroom, his teacher and classmates froze in shock.
"What is so hard to understand about
I. DON'T. LIKE. YOU.
huh?! Tell me!"
She looked at him in shock, heart aching, she ran off. That's when he realized he messed up, he screamed at her, the girl he actually did love. All because he didn't know how to process this information, because he didn't know what to do when his feelings were finally reciprocated. He looked down and started crying, he ran out of the room to chase after her, forgetting about the class ongoing. Pushing thru crowds, slamming people out of the way. But... She was nowhere—she left for good, that's what he knew.
The next day and so on, she never came back. He wouldn't stop glancing over at her empty seat, he was stupidly alone now because of what he did. He wished he had a better response, not a full-blown outburst out of confusuon. A voice called out to him.
"Hey, Shōgo! Looks like you have a lot in mind, what's happening to you dude?"
"It's none of your business!"
"Oh no, Shōgo. I know it when something is wrong with you, was it about that da-?"
"I said it's none of your damn business!"
"Woah, alright, alright. Don't be so harsh, on yourself too of course..."
"..."
"Thanks dude, but can you just go?"
"Sure, see ya."
"..."
"..."
"..."
"Why did I even do that..."