“Deb? This is not true is it? Tell me it is just one of Eric’s ill-humored pranks.” Emerson’s eyes pierced me, looking for the truth he was so desperately trying to reject.
Again, I said nothing and remained avoiding eye contact with a hanging head, hoping that if I stayed still he could not see me. I have never been very good at this whole fight or flight thing.
“It’s not.” Mr. Jones answered for me. He grabbed my waist once more, but this time I did not push him away as I was more focused on burying my head deep into the ground. “Deb and I have been together for several months now.”
Emerson, finally accepting the truth, choked and stuttered, “You guys, this is serious. Teachers and students can’t –”
“Please don’t report us!” I finally spoke.
Not even he expected me to interrupt him,
