“Look, what the hell is your problem?!” I yell at her and the studio grows quiet.

“Excuse me?!” She turns around now to look my. She seems like she’s offended and slightly shocked by me yelling. Truthfully, so am I.

“You heard me! What, is there something wrong with me being gay?!” I let out, not bothering to control my volume.

It’s het turn to snap, but her angry face somewhat, turned into a slightly sad expression. Her soft glare staring intently at me before she quickly responds “That’s funny; I remember saying the same thing.” Her voice is quiet and I can tell it’s directed only to me.

I look at her confused, not knowing what to make of her words. I see that as soon as the words leave her mouth immediately regrets them.

“What?” I continue to look at her.

“Nothing, just forget it.” Hey eyes are on the ground before she turns around and quickly starts to walk off. I see her scurry off again. It’s all I ever see her do. ‘Run’

I do nothing but gawk at where she once stood .Her words ring through my mind and I suddenly feel uncomfortable.

‘What did she mean by that’

Stan comes running to me.

“What happened? Did Spencer do something again?”

I stay silent for a bit until I find the ability to speak again.

“Um…No, she didn’t do anything. It was me, sorry.”

I don’t look at him in the eye, and instead continue to stare at the spot she once was. I couldn’t help but think about how sad her eyes looked when she said it. Her glare was so soft and so empty.

I finally face Stan, only to realize that he has been talking to me.

“…at happened”

Was all I caught.

“What?” I inquire

“I said, are you gonna tell me what happened?”

I think about it for a second but I know there’s no point.

“Um… No, sorry. Listen, I don’t think she’s coming back for the day, so I’m just gonna head home.”

I leave his stammering figure behind and before I know it I’m running into the parking lot, looking frantically if she’s there. I mentally hit myself for the stupid idea.

‘Of course she won’t be here anymore.’ I think to myself obviously.

I don’t even know what I’m doing here. I don’t even know why I attempted to chase her, when it’s obvious that she wants nothing to do with me. I don’t even know why I care, even though I’m mad at her for acting like she knows me.

I decide to do what she does best. I run. I stop trying to catch her to figure out her problem and instead I’ll just run. I get in my car and step on it.

‘I won’t fall into her trap’ If she’s gonna run, I’m not gonna chase her.