"You're getting the tests that you took on Monday back right now," Mr. Samford, my precalculus teacher, announces to all of us as he holds a stack of paper in the air. A bunch of groans and complaints fill the classroom, which causes my head to throb with pain. Maybe they should stop complaining if they studied. I start to take out my red pen from my pencil pouch just in case if I have any test corrections as I hear unnecessary shuffling from a couple of seats next to my right.

That's right. I forgot that Will sits there. I take a brave move and shift my eyes over to where he's sitting and he's staring at his desk with wide eyes. At the same time, he's bouncing his leg up and down with anxiety. Somehow, this gets my heart pumping in anxiety as I am partially responsible for getting his grade up.

But, he's the one that has to take the initiative to study because if he doesn't, then all this tutoring would be useless. As Mr. Samford gets closer and closer to Will's desk, the palms of my hands are starting to sweat. What happens if Will doesn't get the grade that he's supposed to get? Then he won't get that "A" and colleges won't want him.

I furrow my eyebrows in confusion. Why do I care about his future anyway? It's none of my business anyway. I gulp. But he's relying on me to help him, so I am forced to care. Then, before I know it, my teacher places Will's test in front of him and I continuously glance at Will for any reaction possible. For the first couple of seconds, he blinks rapidly at his test.

My heart drops as I see this. Maybe he's shocked at the fact that he didn't do good. Then as if life tricked me, I see a small smile forming on the corners of his lips. What does that mean? Mr. Samford reaches my desk and places my test in front of me, breaking my train of thoughts. I glance at my paper and there's a large one-hundred in red ink.

I nod as I smile in contempt. It wasn't that hard. I think I deserved it. And before I know it, the bell to snack rings. As I start packing my stuff into my backpack, I notice Will walking towards me with his test in his hand. I lift my gaze up to him and he possesses a huge grin. He then slaps his test on my desk and the red pen has three numbers on it: one-hundred percent.

I look back up at him and he can't stop smiling. "I did it, Ash. I did it!" he says out loud while laughing.

I stand up as I sling my backpack over my back. "Great job, Will. Now, we got more tests to worry about, don't we?" I ask.

His green eyes emit a frustrated mood. "You just always have to ruin the mood, don't you?"

I start walking toward the classroom while Will trails me. "It's just one test. We have way more to deal with. Sorry to break your little party there. But, I am still proud of you anyway. You did it."

He continues to smile brightly and I can't help but laugh. I should just let him be happy. Any accomplishment is a good one and I am not going to get in the way of his happiness. As I look at him from the side, he continues to look at his test in glee. "So, are you going to keep following me, or are you going to leave?" I ask with a smile.

"I'm going to keep following you," he says with a huge smile.

I roll my eyes playfully as I walk up to my locker and put my combination in. "Don't you have anything better to do though? I feel like you think that it's an obligation to follow me everywhere and it's a burden for you at this point." My locker opens and I hang my backpack on the hook.

He leans on the lockers next to mine with his shoulder. "Eh, as I said for the five-hundredth time, it's not a burden. And plus, I like hanging out with you." I take some binders from my locker and put it into my backpack.

"Yeah right. I am not exciting at all. I'm the polar opposite," I argue as I zip my backpack up.

"Now you're just lying for the argument's sake. You're full of personality. You just don't tend to show it to people that aren't close to you."

My eyebrow twitches with annoyance because Will's right. I close my locker and observe his green eyes. "You have other friends though. I just don't want you to break those friendships because of me: an irrelevant person," I explain as I sling my backpack over my back.

He then scrunches his eyebrow in confusion but they then return to their normal position. "You just don't want me to be here, do you?" he asks as he takes his shoulder off of the lockers. My ears ring at his remark and my eyes widen. The mood around us has suddenly changed and it's making me feel very uncomfortable.

I can feel my face start to rise in temperature. Did I make it seem like that? "I-I didn't say that. I was just..." I trail off as I am tongue-twisted.

"It's fine," he says in a monotone voice as he sighs. "I should've known in the first place. If that's what you wanted in the first place, then I'll leave you alone from now on." Before I can say anything else, Will turns his body away from mine and walks away from me.

I blink rapidly and it feels like I was just shot in the heart. I then take a deep breath in and start walking toward the library. Isn't this what I wanted? To be left alone? Maybe it's better this way as I don't want any strings attached to him. Gripping the straps on my backpack harder, I close my eyes in frustration.

What was I thinking though? That signature smile on his face was wiped away right after he asked me that question. Why do I keep doing that? Pushing people away without even knowing?