I picked up one of the beakers and slammed it against the mirrored wall, breaking both beaker and mirror. The others, stunned, sat staring. Oliver grabbed the other beakers and pulled them away. He then slipped his glass computer into his backpack. He and Kyler had seen my anger before.
The back and forth of trying to figure out what to do was beginning to wear on me. I couldn't stand being in love with Cassandra and not being able to help her. Our one night together taught me I never wanted to be away from her. Sure, I understood I needed to share, which I could do, but to have her leave the academy because we fucked up just wasn't acceptable. I'd promised myself never to do this again, to never fall for another girl, because this happened. You would be so head over heels in love that it made it hard to think straight.