Willow
"I-I have to go," I stutter out in a shaky voice, and Jack's eyes snap to mine, concern swirling in them. I swallow a bile of guilt that is threatening to make me hurl.
"Is everything okay, Willow?" he asks, searching my eyes, but I quickly look away, breaking eye contact and grabbing my purse off the seat beside me.
"I'm sorry, Jack, but I really have to go," I say, rising to my feet quickly and slipping out of my seat without waiting for his response.
How do I explain to the boy I love that I am the reason his siblings were denied a scholarship I am sure they worked so hard for.
I can't sit by and let that happen; I just can't.
"Wait!" He calls after me, but I don't turn because I'm afraid that if I look into his eyes, my resolve will waver and I'll tell him everything. I ca
