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She was so terrible, or more likely, uncaring with how she expressed her feelings. Aspen was focusing on Hannah, but he couldn't help but hear the annoyed murmurs and catch the impatient shifts in Elise's posture. It was like she was waiting for Hannah to leave so that she could go back to harrassing Aspen until he agreed to go out with her. He shifted his weight to his right leg, moving sideways just enough to block the redhead completely out of his line of sight. In the next instant he was focused on Hannah's words and almost instantly became worried as his parental-like instincts kicked in. He wasn't concerned with her wanting to talk to him, or he wasn't until he heard the strange note in her voice. Something was going on and he started running over a list of possibilities in his head. Was she sick? That would explain her current appearance. He frowned and grabbed one of her wrist, his hazel eyes looked down on her as he examined her face for the second time that morning.

She hadn't said she was sick, and no one had died, so what could possibly be the problem? "I have a decent break after Calculus, I'll meet you by your locker then." Aspen let go of her wrist and looked her in the eyes for a few seconds before turning to leave for class. The skin on his cheeks was flushed the slightest shades of pink. What had he been thinking? The moment he let go of Hannah he thought maybe he should kiss her. It was ridiculous! Right? They were just friends in the past and they wouldn't be anything but friends now. Trying to be anything more would only ruin their friendship. Still, he couldn't deny the fact that the thought crossed his mind. He passed Elise who had been waiting for his conversation with Hannah to end, but he didn't even acknowledge her. He had almost completely spaced out.

All Aspen could think about was Hannah's words and how they were causing him to think the worst. Was she leaving? Not once had he come close to guessing the real answer behind that strange tone of her voice. Throughout Calculus he hardly found the strength to pay attention to the fast scrawl of notes the teacher wrote across the board. His notebook remained blank save for the day's date and the start of an equation. He kept looking at the clock but the minutes felt like they were lasting for individual hours. Once the class was finally over Aspen was in such a daze that he was the last one out of the classroom. He deliberately walked slow to Hannah's locker, he wanted to know what was wrong but at the same time, he was nervous to find out.

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