Dasha's P.O.V
We all waited scared and anxious prepared to hang on to every word. As we worriedly waited some shaking some seeming to be on the verge of tears I realized something. We were all scared and guilty although it seemed most of us were paranoid because of something, most of us were safe. I stood still and emotionless I put on my poker face. Yes, I have done some things in the past but nothing recent. If they wanted me they would have come already. So I waited knowing that somebody in this room was going to be taken out but it wouldn't be me. I looked at Sophia and saw that the expression on her face was one of curiosity. However, there was no other reason that any other look than that one would be plastered on her face. She was a good girl and always had been. I doubted it was any of my friends.
Police: We are here for Ethan Call. You aren't in trouble we just have somebody we want you to talk to somebody. You'll be in and out in a few minutes.
Well that was sort of a letdown. But whatever, I'm still interested. I wonder who he is going to talk to. Maybe some type of therapist, what if he has a secret addiction? After they walked out I went up to the door to "blow my nose". I eavesdropped.
? I'm so sorry.
Ethan: No you aren't. You're just saying that to get out. Well news flash, I'm not forgiving you and I'm surely not helping you get out. I'm not going back down that road. You're probably going to try to kill me, what revenge are you planning? Notice how I just left that advanced class? Yeah, I'm smart; I have book sense AND COMMON SENSE. We can never be close. You aren't going to sneak up behind me and stab me in the back. If you think I'm naïve enough to trust you and let you have custody of you me you must not have learned much in prison. So Keep walking because now that I know you're out I filing a restraining order!
I turned around and stormed back into the room and slammed into the room. Sophia's questions, Colby's pats, Dasha's sympathetic glares, and all the whispers and stares bothered me. They knew something was wrong but they were all clueless. After about 2 minutes of pure agony and torture. I fumed out of the room. I punched a locker slamming and kicking as if it was fighting me back. By the time I pulled back there were dents all over it and the one under it. I calmly left the scene and acted like an innocent bystander. The last thing I needed on top of all this drama was to pay some expensive fine. That would raise suspicion. I hoped they wouldn't use the cameras. I'm pretty sure they are imaginary scams anyway. But just in case I ran into the bathroom and pretended to be drying my hands.
Colby: Why are you pretending to dry your hands?
Ethan: What are you talking about?
Colby: Your hands aren't wet.
Ethan: Yeah because I dried them.
Colby: Well then why are your hands still under the drier?
Ethan: Anyway, how did you get out of class?
Colby: The same way you did...
Ethan: Oh, you better leave before...
Colby: ...the only difference is she gave me a look of approval before I dashed out.
Ethan: Well don't worry, I'm fine.
Colby: I haven't seen you this worked up since the 3rd grade when we were at that pool party and Jeremy almost drowned you.
Ethan: I remember that I almost died!
We laughed and joked around for awhile. I finally started to relax when I heard Colby speak up again.
Colby: You ready to talk yet?
Ethan: I'll tell you later. I don't think a write up is a good idea.
We walked silently back to class. I took my seat while everyone tried their hardest to pretend that they didn't notice my entrance. After that I just took notes and listened to the teacher my usual routine minus the whispers and chuckling. I had to pretend everything was okay. I couldn't let them know it was eating my alive. I couldn't let HIM ruin my life. I had to ignore and avoid him. Just like the police had intruded my classroom he had intruded my life.
