Alexia turned on her heels and ran into Hayden's room, directly opposite the office. She bolted the door behind her and allowed her knees to buckle, so she slid down into a crouching position.
Everywhere was suddenly noisy. She could not hear her own thoughts over the cacophony in her head. All that flashed behind her eyelids was the view of Hayden's lips on Clara's. She felt like she was being stabbed and the knife was being twisted in her gut until it ripped her to pieces from the inside out.
She told herself that it was not a big deal, that it shouldn't hurt this bad even as hot tears slid down her cheeks and wet the material of her sweatpants. Behind her, Hayden pounded desperately on the door, and she could hear his agitated voice begging her to open the door.
Then, she heard C
