"That's the problem. That's always been the problem, you don't listen, Finn! When have I ever, ever said something that I didn't mean? You don't know me at all, for all the time I spent trying to get you to see me. You don't miss me, you miss having someone at your beck and call who worshiped you." Puck reaches out to touch her arm but she pulls back. She doesn't want to be touched right now. "Just-...I'm going to class." She knocks her shoulder against Finn's, hard (because years of getting shoved into lockers will teach you a thing or two), walking fast down the hallway.