Is this Love?

Chapter 5

    I take a seat in a corner. Ellie sits in the seat next to mine. Next thing I know Mich sits in front of me. He's sitting backwards in his chair, staring at me. My face burns again. I close my eyes to avoid his gaze. Fortunately, class starts. I look at Becky who sat catty corner in front of me. She's glaring at me. Fear surges through my body. She holds up scissors. I wasn't the one who sat near him, he sat near me.
    "Psst. Kathy, you okay? You're pale." Ellie whispers.
    "Ah. Im f-fine, really. And I'm a-always pale." I reply quietly.
    "Well you're more pale than usual."
    "Elllliiieeee."
    "Fine, I'll leave it be."
    When I turn back to my desk there's a worksheet and a note. I look at the note, being that it literally had my name on it.
    KATHYRINE,
         I SAW WHAT BECKY DID TO YOU. ARE YOU OKAY? -MICH
    My heart skips a couple of beats. Then guilt bloomed. I don't want to get hurt, but I don't wanna ignore Mich. I throw the note in a nearby waste basket. I'm not courageous enough to stand up to Becky. I feel tears welling up again. It's not fair! I want to be his friend, but with Becky threatening me, Im scared to. Ellie must've seen me cry, 'cause she is now giving me a tissue. People were staring. My head hung low. I don't want people looking at my face. Mich stands up.
    "Becky, what did you do to Kathy." He asks with a terribly angry tone.
    "I don't know what you mean. She started crying on her own. So, like, she's a loser AND a crybaby." She acts innocent.
    Class continues without a word. The moment the final bell rings, I put my stuff in my locker, then run. I don't want to get hurt by a jealous girl. I run into someone. I fall backwards on my bum. I get up and run again. My heart is in fear. I hear it thumping in my ears and my sharp breaths only. I get home and do my homework, constantly looking out the window. For a week, I avoid Mich. In class I ignore him. If I see him aproaching me I run away. If he sits near me I move. And everytime, I felt guilty. I hate it. On Monday, he approaches me. I attempt to run, but he grabs my arm. Fear surges through me.
    "Kathy, Y-" i interupt him the moment he says Kathy.
    "Don't call me that. Don't touch me." I whimper.
    "Kathyrine, listen to me. You've been avoiding me. The moment you catch sight of me, you run. Why?"
    "I d-don't know what y-you're talking a-about."
    "Don't play stupid! You know exactly what I'm talking about!"
    "Let go. I don't want to get hurt. Please let go."
    He lets go of my arm. I run away. Im sorry. I really am... Don't hate me.