Chapter 12
Time was up, though I barely even noticed, so thoroughly engrossed by the pages of my novel. The moment Mrs. Grimsby began packing up her things, I pushed away from my desk. Easton rose right along with me. I had never landed myself in detention before, and heaven knows I never wanted to experience it again. Come to think of it, Easton could have easily evaded this entire ordeal, yet he willingly chose to stay—submitting himself to this stifling, heavy silence while doing absolutely nothing.With a heavy sigh, I slung my bag over my shoulder and swept out of the classroom ahead of him, though I could immediately feel his presence trailing close behind. I kept a steady stride, but Easton eventually caught up to me and we were walking at the same pace, i wonder why.
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