ASTOR
My hands were clammy, and my heart drummed in my chest. Partially because I was anxious about the whole situation, but more because I was killing this. To think of it, I was handling it way better than I thought I would. I should probably get a degree in crisis management. My heart swelled with pride in my chest.
I stood frozen, hands placed on my waist, my eyes boring holes into Xander's face, and a smirk tugging at the corner of my lips. Served him right!
"Why were you in the bathroom with Shirley?" she repeated. This time, her voice was as cold as ice.
Xander resembled a deer in headlights, stammering and fumbling for words that wouldn't come out of his lips.
He knew he should stay silent, but the words tumbled out before he could stop them. "We were just talking.” His voice
