~Will POV~
I cannot stop thinking about my confrontation with Maxwell last Saturday.
That entire incident keeps replaying in my head, making it impossible to focus on anything else. I did not even meet Nancy yesterday. Sunday passed quietly, but the thought that Maxwell might also have feelings for her gnaws at me.
What worries me the most is that both of them are teachers. That gives him more opportunities, more access, and being just a few doors from each other in the school building doesn’t make it any easier.
Now, sitting in class waiting for the teacher to arrive, I can hardly believe my luck. None other than Maxwell is taking today’s lesson. I try to convince myself to stay calm, but my stomach is tight with tension.
This is ridiculous. How is a class supposed to go normally w
