Olivia knocked on the classroom door at lunchtime scanning down the empty hallway before going inside. Tyler looked up at her from where he was picking at his sandwich and gestured at her to sit down.
“You wanted to see me,” she said, grabbing the chair and sitting down in front of the desk watching him carefully. He licked his lips nervously and she knew what was coming.
“I wanted to see you because we need to talk about what happened on Friday. I want to know if you’re okay, really okay, it’s a big deal, Olivia.”
“I’m fine, really, it was a little overwhelming afterward but I got over it and here I am,” she said, playing with her fingers avoiding his eyes.
“It was a mistake, you have to know that. Whatever I feel, whatever you feel it doesn’t matter because it’s wrong and illegal. I
