#Chapter43

Charmaine visually seethes with a twisted, hateful scowl, turns on her heel, and marches out, clicking her stiletto boots on the tiled floor as she stomps. I sit still as a statue, suddenly awkward about being stuck between them this way.

Sure I get a sense of satisfaction at pissing her off, but I don’t like this weirdness between Dane and me while he's this way. I don’t want to give him more reason to be meaner later when she gives him a hard time.

“Why are you being nice to me?” I ask in a shy and pathetic hushed tone, watching as he unwraps a bandage and carefully...