After Pippa had gone home I spent the rest of my Saturday sat quietly in my room.
I didn’t really know what to do with myself, and I did not want to go out to the living room and talk to Brooke because I was upset with her.
I understood why she felt like she had to do something about Blake’s brother, but I felt like I was betraying him by getting involved in this with no warning.
I was scared that he might think I had encouraged Brooke to tell the school he was having trouble at home because I didn’t want him to come to our house anymore, and I guess that was probably stupid and paranoid of me but it was all that was running through my mind as I sat at my desk with those stupid colorful notes on the pages in front of me.
I sighed and shoved the notes away as forcefully as I could get a
