Yesterday was a complete disaster, and now I’m left with the awkward task of fixing things with my groupmates. Dylan was acting so immature, and I couldn’t quite put a name to his behavior. He seemed determined to push all my buttons, and after our heated exchange, things escalated in ways I hadn't anticipated.
Just when I thought things couldn't get any worse, Maria called out from outside. Her voice was sharp, and the suddenness of it sent a jolt of panic through me. My heart raced, and my mind went blank.
The thought of her seeing us in this situation—especially with the way Dylan had been acting—made my anxiety skyrocket. Without thinking, I shoved Dylan away from me, desperate to create some space before she barged in.
"What? Why are you so scared of her, anyway?" Dylan asked, eye
