The hour droned on and finally the bell rang, signaling the end of the class. I started putting away my things when Mr. Wilson nodded toward me. "Ms. Chavez, a word?"
I nodded. "Yes, Mr. Wilson." Throughout the class, I wondered what he could want to speak with me about. I thought it was probably just about the work I missed, but something inside me told me it may be about Cathy. But I quickly pushed the thought aside. After all. He and Cathy had broken up. Right?
"I'll see you at lunch," Michelle said in a low voice.
I nodded. "See you then."
But as she headed toward the door, Mr. Wilson stopped her.
"Ms. Taylor," he said, holding up a packet. "Here's your missing work and the upcoming assignments. Get them in when you can. Don't take advantage of it, but I'm giving both you and Ms. Chavez extensions on your work."
Michelle nodded. "Thank you." Then she headed toward the door, giving me a sympathetic smile before darting out.
