I lingered outside of Mr. Avery’s classroom, even after he told me to leave. Part of me hoped that he’d have a change of heart and ask me to come back into the room to talk. But he was utterly pissed at me today.
Was it because I hadn’t believed him? Because of how I had reacted last night with him? Stormed off even after he asked me to let him speak, explain himself? Guilt washed through me, and I wrapped my arms around myself and walked down the hall.
These damn hormones …
He had every right to be pissed at me. I had been nothing but rude to him these past couple of days, but I’d … thought that I had every reason to be angry. How would he have reacted if I had shot someone he told me not to, then proceeded to watch me tell Ichika that I needed another older man to f**k because he was
