I arrive at the classroom, and at the door stands David with my things in his hand. I approach to take them, but he moves them so I can't grab them.

Hayden - Can you give me my backpack? - I avoid looking at him.

David - Yes, but we need to talk.

Hayden - I have nothing to talk about. See you at home for the dinner or gathering at your parents' place.

David - Look at me, Hayden. - I look away.

Hayden - You can give me my backpack. I'm running late, and I need to talk to the coach.

Out of the corner of my eye,...