Chapter Eighteen

Ken, uncle Michael and I had a huge argument about whether it was a good idea for me to go to school or not. I eventually won and Ken was forced to take me to school. That sense of guilt, regret and shame was still eating me up and I couldn’t brush off the feeling. I did something wrong, I knew it. I was not too sure if it was the kiss, or the sad look Derrick went home with that was bothering me, but I knew it had something to do with what happened in my bedroom yesterday. I hopped out of the car and rushed into the school’s building. I was heading for the library because apart from the corridor, the library was the only place I knew Hector was going to be at.

I hadn’t even reached halfway to my destination when a hand grabbed my upper arm from behind and pulled me to a different direction. I was tossing into an empty classroom and the door closed shut. It was Hector.

“What was that for?” I complained while nursing my sore arm.

“I should be asking you that.” I couldn’t get over tha