-Molly-
The fight with Scott was a lot more silent than I had thought it would be. It might have helped that I announced my intention to go to the club in front of my mother and Paul. My mother had been enthusiastic about me feeling good enough to get out of the house. "Good," Paul huffed out before returning to his paper.
However, throughout the whole conversation, I could feel Scott’s eyes burning into me. I couldn’t help but give him the sweetest smile when I turned and asked him to go grab Becca so we could get ready to go together.
"Shouldn’t you be RESTING?” Scott had asked with a hard edge on his words.
“I told you, Scott. I’m feeling fine, and Becca and I want to go dancing! I’ve checked the club, and they’re still open and running hot!” I had insisted sweetly, dancing in a circle to show my excitement.
The circle had made my stomach churn, but I had managed to keep that feeling off my face.
