Tyler and I don't linger on the rooftop. While we descend downstairs, we bump into Mr. Hernandez in the hallway and it's the most awkward and unsettling scene of my life that I can't open my mouth to greet him. The note I made is in his hand which intensifies the awkwardness I feel.
Why is he holding it?
I subconsciously take my hand off Tyler's hand but he takes my hand back and interlocks his fingers with mine.
I feel the tension swirling between them as they stare to each other before we walk past him. Tyler doesn't mention about it but he's quiet on our way down and he seems deep in his thoughts.
On the ground, there are no longer other students I see loitering around and I don't feel apprehensive about getting caught by the praestes because if there's an impending danger around
