Chapter 22
THERE’S STRESS, like when you haven’t studied for a test that you really, really need to do well on. There’s dread, like when you know something is going to go from bad to worse. And then there’s the absolute terror of being called to the office first thing on a Wednesday morning.
The first bell was still an echo in the air when Mr. Moore set down the phone and turned his gaze in my direction.
“Ms. Cavanaugh, it seems you’re wanted in the office.”
Murmurs rose around me. If Jason had been called to the office, no one would’ve noticed. But in my case? It was news.
“And take your books,” Mr. Moore added.
A chorus of oohs rose around me. Heat stung my cheeks and I blinked fast, working to keep tears from my eyes.
“Save me a seat,” Jason said.
I ignored him and rushed from t
