Page 86 of These Dirty Lies

I slipped into the room, pinning Marc with a terse glare. His dark chuckle followed me. “I’ll be watching you, Birdie.”

My heart faltered but I forced myself to keep walking. To ignore his eyes drilling holes into the back of my head.

“Seats, now please,” the teacher boomed, and I dropped down into my chair.

“So,” Ange said from somewhere behind me. “Did you find out what her and Nate were doing?”

“No, she wouldn’t spill.”

“She was probably sucking his dick for some pills. You know he can get a hold of anything.”

“Yeah, maybe.”

Maybe.

Anger flared inside me, but I bit the inside of my cheek to ground myself. If I didn’t give them the power, they couldn’t hurt me.

But it really was easier said than done.