"Who said anything about that?! I don't like her that way! I'm not even sure if I like her at all! It's just...the way she dances, that's all. I admire it."
If you admire her, why run away?, she thought to herself sadly.
Hands on his hips, he stared at Miharu angrily as she backed up against the alleywall.
"Anyway, what's it to you?! Gah! I don't even know why I bothered talking to you! I can never work out if I like you or not! One moment you're all smiles and sunshine, the next you're acting like a bitter twisted hag!"
Miharu felt like she had just been slapped in the face. "A...hag?" Sure, she knew Darryl could barely stand her, but she thought she could sway his opinion. She just had to go and open her mouth and ruin it. She looked back up at Darryl, not caring she was letting him see the tears in her eyes. She was starting to feel lightheaded, and completely drained, "I see. Well, I guess I'll stay out of your way then." She picked up her bag, which she had dropped in suprise during Darryl's outburst.
"See ya in class," she choked out as she turned on her heel and ran out of the alleyway.