"It seems insincere, but okay, you're welcome," he replied, making me roll my eyes at him.

He walked closer to me but stopped abruptly when he noticed he was getting too close. He placed both hands in his pocket before gazing at the sky.

I felt like a fire he always avoided. I really don't know why he keeps doing that.

"At least you know," I replied to him.

Instead of being offended, he laughed at what I said.

"Aren't you tired of being nice? Will it hurt you if you cut classes for the day? ...