CHAPTER FIFTY-SEVEN
ALEX DAVALO
One guy, one girl? Not for us!
"Are you angry with me, Alex?" Bethany asked, her voice trembling slightly. Her brow was furrowed, and the way she bit her lip suggested that she was both nervous and serious. I could tell that she was genuinely concerned, but all I could manage was a quick shake of my head.
"No," I just said, avoiding contact with her searching eyes. I focused instead on the floor tiles’ grey pattern, trying not to get lost in the depths of her hazel gaze.
"Then why are you avoiding me?" she countered, clearly unimpressed with my response. I could feel a knot tightening in my stomach. I didn't want to be here, in the aftermath of a confrontation I had been dreading for days.
"Nothing," I responded, quickly pushing past her as the bell
