"Why did you stay out there with him?" She's not screaming, but her voice is raised. Angry. Hurt. All different emotions swirling together and it's hard to keep track. "Why? This is supposed to be about us!"

Or so she says and wants it to be. Maybe she's just frustrated. Maybe she's angry. Maybe she just doesn't know what to feel about that quiet boy who has done so much to hurt her in the past. Maybe it's her own insecurities flaring up. Maybe, maybe, maybe. There are so many causes, so many ideas. It's hard to know which is actually pushing her. Pulling her.