A teacher yelled out Lindsey’s name,
probably hoping to distract her from my ex-crush
before a physical fight could erupt.
Lindsey ignored it.
“I don’t care,” she spat into my ex-crush’s face.
“I’m going to do it. I can. You’ll see!”
Lindsey whipped around and saw me.
My lips formed her name, but before
I could say a word, she charged down the hall.
A few other teachers shouted after her, but she
ignored them, too.
I have to know. The thought became a maddening pulse
in my head. I have to know what she’s going to do.