Aaron stood frozen in the hallway after Keeley's outburst. She didn't dare look at his face as she fled to the nurse's office and curled up on a cot to cry after taking the Tylenol.
She couldn't believe she just yelled at someone who could destroy her with the snap of his fingers. Now she had done it. She was toast.
"You look awful," Lydia noted on their way into the last class of the day.
"I may or may not have lost my temper at Aaron at lunch today…he's going to murder me and dance on my grave."
"First, I can't see him dancing on anybody's grave, let alone yours. Second…are you nuts?! I thought you were going to keep things on the down low until you got him to lose interest?"
