"Look, just leave me alone, okay?" I said sharply, slamming my locker so that it closed with a loud crash. The hurt look on her face made my heart sag inside my chest, mentally slapping myself for what I said. Marlo was only trying to help, and now I felt like a huge jackass. No-- correction, I am a huge jackass. At one point or another in my life - probably after my dad died- I suddenly stopped being nice. That makes me chuckle. I used to be nice, who would've thought?