“Wait up Cory!” Mandy shouts behind me. I think about walking away faster, but it would be pointless. She’s already seen me and she probably knows I have been trying my best not to talk to her too much in the last couple of days.
I stop and turn around, waiting for her to catch up to me.
“What the hell Cory? You haven’t spoken to me all week… What’s going on?” she says all out of breath as she stops in front of me.
“We’ve spoken,” I answer.
“Like two words about the fucking weather,” she replies as she bends over and puts her hands on her knees, trying to catch her breath.
“You are really out of shape,” I say and I can’t help the smile creeping over my face. How long has it been since I smiled? A week? Two weeks?
“Yes, and you walk damn fast for someone with such short legs,” she answers as she comes back up to look me in the eyes. “Sit down.”