Chapter 30: Sick, Part 2

The bell rang. I tossed my uneaten food and headed toward my locker. My steps faltered, and my heart jackhammered in my chest. Trent stood directly in front of my locker, body angled toward me, hands in his pockets. My entire body buzzed with nervous energy. Taking a deep breath, I walked up to him.

"Please move," I said, my tone sharp.

Without a word, Trent stepped out of my way. Okay, that was easy enough. I could do this. As long as I didn't look at him, I'd be fine. He didn't say anything as I opened my locker and rummaged around for my History book.

He moved in behind me and put his hands over mine, stilling my search. My breath hitched at his closeness, and I swallowed the lump that had formed in my throat. I waited for the repulsiveness to fill me, but it never came. I willed the anger and fear I'd felt yesterday to return, but they were missing, too.