I shivered and rubbed my arms vigorously - it was cold out, and I had left my sweater at Zack's house. I looked up to see that the sky was darkening, and suddenly despair took over.
Had I done the right thing, leaving like that?
My brain told me yes, that I could help Zack, but I couldn't do everything for him. Yet a small part of my heart just couldn't forget that sliver of a second when I had seen hurt pass through his eyes before the anger covered it up. I thought - I knew - I could deal with his anger, but it would be harder to live with myself if I knew that I had somehow hurt him. I briefly wondered if he was regretting letting me leave his house by myself.
I sighed, glancing around worriedly at the unfamiliar neighborhood, and decided it was high time I called someone to bail me
