Cheryl's POV:
Laura smiled with satisfaction, her gaze reminding me of a cold snake lurking in a dark cave. She didn't need to say or do much—just staring at me, flicking her dangerous tongue, was enough to make my legs feel weak.
"Sorry," I said softly, my voice barely audible. "I'll keep my promise."
Laura tilted her chin slightly, giving my shoulder a light squeeze. "Good. We all want Eric to be doing well, don't we?"
"Yes." I tightened my grip on the paintbrush, understanding her words for what they really were: a warning.
Laura said she was glad I had come to my senses, then strutted out in her high heels, her presence leaving the room feeling heavy.
Eric glanced at me with a confused look. I avoided his eyes.
*****
After finally wrapping up classes for the day, I rushed to th
