CHAOS.
Strolling down the hallway with my hands dipped inside my pockets, I barely noticed the students who hastily got out of my way, avoiding eye contact.
The gossiping girls by the lockers suddenly fell silent, but I spared none of them a glance because I was too deep in my own thoughts.
I had better things to worry about. I was on a mission to make things right, but the sight of Merrielynn’s arm in a sling kept replaying in my mind.
I had seen it and ignored it.
Acting indifferent was hard; it gnawed at me and now, I was feeling vengeful.
Someone had hurt her again, and I just knew who it was. It stung even more knowing I hadn’t been there to help her, too caught up in my own mess the day before—getting wasted and fighting with my best friend.
Now, I was going to handle thing
