Footsteps sound from the next hallway, Clara pulled her knees against her chest and quickly covered her wrists back up with her hoodie, hoping that the person doesn't come past. She doesn't need anymore attention then she's already gotten recently.
A blonde boy, around her height was standing in the doorway. Clara peeked up at him and noticed that he had stopped, still holding the door open, and had his bright blue eyes locked on her.
"Are you okay?" the boy, Brian asked her. They'd had some history together, and when her new high school life fell apart when they were in grade 9 the year before, he had been the only person who stayed by her side and believed in her stories instead of the rumors. After a little while we started to drift apart, we never really talked anymore, and sometimes I missed it.
"I'm fine." Clara responded quickly. Her voice shook, and her tears threatened to reappear.
"I can tell you're not." He walked over and sat across from her.
"I'd rather not." Clara responded coldly. "Why do you seem to care so much anyways? We haven't spoken for a while."
Brian, leaned back away from her, looking hurt. "Just because we don't talk anymore, doesn't mean that I don't still care." And with that he got up, turned in his tracks and walked back into the other hallway.
All Clara could do when he left was think about how she had turned him away when he tried to help her. Most people when they ask are just curious, but she knew that he really did care.