-Zack’s P.O.V.-
Allison paces the room relentlessly. Her entire form is rigid, has been for a while now.
“I hate elders,” she mutters to herself, pulling at her hair again, “they always have something to say as if they can really do anything about it. They are all just old geezers who refuse to die.”
“Hey,” Aaron exclaims, moving to place a hand on her arm. She shakes him off almost immediately. “They are just trying to help.”
“Pick my side for once, will you?!?” Aaron puts his hands up in defense. Allison glares at him. “They haven’t said anything helpful. They are merely criticizing me.”
“Maybe,” Aaron agrees, a cringe in his expression, “but they are also criticizing the hell out of Jake, so at least you aren’t getting any special treatment this time.”
“That’s true
