Darcy's POV.
"I knew you wouldn't be able to do it," Lydia said, disappointment etched on her face.
I repeated the conditions to ensure I understood them correctly: "You want me to stay away from Alpha Theon completely and give up my position as class president?"
Lydia nodded, folding her arms. "Yes, those are the conditions."
I stared at her in disbelief. Staying away from Alpha Theon wasn't the issue, but relinquishing the title of class president was. She knew how much it meant to me, how it gave me recognition and respect, especially after things went sour.
"Deal or no deal?" Lydia asked.
"Why?" I blurted out. "Why these conditions? Why the class presidency?"
Lydia shrugged. "I was the one who accepted the position, remember? Now I'm asking you to give it up. Why are you making
