2. Chapter Two
"Leah! Hey, wait a second."
I kept walking. I didn't have anything to say to her. Her footsteps were quick behind me. When she touched my arm, I flinched.
"I need to explain," she said. "It wasn't what it looked like."
I whirled around, and pulled out of her grip. "It wasn't?" I snapped. "Then, please, tell me. What did it look like? Because it looked to me as though you were screwing around with—"
"Don't," Dakota hissed, looking around. "Leah, no one can know."
I pulled my brown hair up into a messy bun and glared at her. "Are you serious? You can't do this." I lowered my voice. "He's a teacher."
"But he's so hot."
"You're seventeen!" I yelled.
Dakota smiled, and it was cruel. "Are you seriously judging me for this, Leah?"
"I don't know what you're talking about," I told her.
Her blue eyes narrowed and she leaned close. "If you tell my secret, I tell yours."
Then she left me standing in the empty hallway.