I wish I could let you love me, but I'm not good for you...

I was a bit mystified by Matt's response, not to mention a bit annoyed. But if it meant that he was going to leave me alone, I was pretty okay with it.
I walked to my next class and sat in the back. I put my headphones in and started listening to my ,usic again, when Pink Girl came in and sat right in front of me. I hadn't even known that she was in this class.
"So what did you do that pissed Matthew off so bad?" she asked. I just stared at her. How could che wear so much pink?
She didn't much like me ignoring her.
"I asked you a question!" she hissed.
"I know. It isn't really any of your business though, now is it?" I answered. Ooh, stinging reply. Not.
She glared at me for a moment, before her face relaxed into a smile.
"Oh, silly me. I haven't even introduced myself, andd here we are, arguing like little kids. I'm Cristina Clarkson," she said, holding out her hand.
"Emma," I answered. I didn't shake her hand. She kept it up for a few seconds, before she got the hint and put it down.
"A bunch of friends and I were going to go out tonight for dinner and then stay over at my house. Do you want to come? she asked. I didn't know what she was playing at with the, "Oh please be my best friend!" But I wasn't buying it.
"I'm sorry, but I'm going to be busy tonight." I answered. She frowned, and turned around. Mr. McNamara had apparently missed this whole conversation and just went on and on about ATP and whatnot.
I had expected Matt to avoid me. I figured that invasion of privacy was really offensive to him. But I was wrong. The next class I had him in, there he was, sitting right next to me. He grinned at me, and I noticed that he had swept his hair to the side so that it partially covered his bruise.
Class hadn't been going on for more than 5 minutes before I gat another note.
*so I won't ask you questions if you don't ask me, deal?*
I rolled my eyes.
^sure, whatever^
*And I'm sorry that I pushed so hard earlier and then Igot mad, so to make it u, let me take you to the best restaurant in town*
I couldn't believe it. This guy didn't know when to quit.
^no thanks. but I bet Cristina would go^
His whole face darkened when he read that.
*No.* that was all he wrote back?
^why not?^
*Long story*
^oh^
we took notes for the rest of the period, not looking at each other. This boy certainly didn't like questions. It was a rather attractive quality, actually.
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I mean...