~Nancy POV~
I cry until my eyes are raw and burning, until my cheeks feel stiff and my face aches from the weight of endless tears. Slowly, I lift myself from the ladies’ bathroom, wiping the streaks of mascara that have left dark trails down my face. I force myself to calm down, to act like I’ve regained composure.
I can’t let Ritah or anyone else think she has won. I need to stay in control, at least for appearances.
Dragging my feet, I head to class, heart pounding in nervous anticipation. The thought of seeing Will after the incident earlier grips me, twisting my stomach into knots.
I don’t know how I’ll react if I set eyes on him, but I have no choice; this is my life, and he is a part of it, whether I like it or not. Thankfully, Ritah isn’t in this class, or I might have done s
