EVANS
I paced back and forth in my room, unable to sit still. My mind was a whirlwind of emotions—guilt, frustration, and an overwhelming urge to fix things. Valerie’s face from earlier that evening was burned into my memory, her eyes with a mixture of hurt and betrayal. She didn’t say anything to us after the ball, but her silence was louder than any accusation.
I couldn’t let it end like that.
Pulling on a hoodie, I headed down the hall to Chris’s room. I banged on the door, not bothering to wait for a polite invitation.
“Come in,” Chris grumbled from the other side.
I pushed the door open to find him sitting at his desk, his head in his hands. The room was dimly lit, the faint glow of the desk lamp casting long shadows. He looked up at me with tired eyes.
“We need to do something
