“You're in trouble.”
“What do you mean?”
“A week in detention.” He gives me a malicious look.
“Do you think I'm 10 years old and can be put in detention? We're not in high school anymore.”
“Miss Navarro, lower your tone if you don't want more days added.” It's only then that I realize I was shouting.
“And me?” Ana snaps out of her trance.
“You may leave.”
“See you later, buddy.” Ana leaves, and Henry locks the door behind us.
“What's going on?” I act innocent, knowing he wants revenge for what I did last night.
“You still ask?” I take a step back.
“I don't know what you're talking about.” He gets closer and closer.
“I'll make you remember it.” I stop walking backward when I feel I've hit something.
He pushes me back against his desk. I drop the books and bag on the floor. Our b
