Molly rushed from her stats class to meet Hayden waiting for her at lunch. She lifted her bag higher onto her shoulder and pushed her way into the crowded hall.
Dread filled her empty stomach. Trevor leaned against the wall outside her room, holding both crutches under one arm. He grabbed her elbow when she came through the door.
“Let go of me.” She pulled her arm from his grasp. “I don't want to talk to you.”
Trevor glared. “But you'll talk to Hayden?”
Molly narrowed her eyes. Students passed by, bumping into her while she argued with Trevor. She could step closer to him and avoid the crowd, but she’d rather be jostled than allow Trevor to touch her.
“I have to go.” She took a step, trying to walk past him.
Trevor grabbed her again, this time he held tight. He curled his lip. “Come on. You could at least talk to me. You owe me that much.”
Molly glared at him. “Are you kidding me? You lied about Hayden, you lied about me, and you lied about Andrea.” She leaned closer and lowered her voice to a snarl. “You had sex with her while we were going out. I owe you nothing.”
“Hayden told you, didn’t he? He’s lying. He wants you to be mad at me instead of him.” He shook his head, his narrowed eyes glittering with anger. “And you’re stupid enough to believe him.”
Molly’s face burned with heat. She glanced around at the students walking near them. Some of them watched her and Trevor, smirking or just listening in with curious expressions. She straightened her back and put her hands on her hips.
“If you want to do this here, fine.” She smiled and raised her voice. “Hayden wasn’t the one who told me you had sex with Andrea. You did. I read the police report from your fight with Tim where you admitted everything.”
Trevor’s face paled. He glanced at the others. “What are you talking about?”
“You know what I mean. Tim didn’t beat you up because of me. He kicked your ass because you used his little sister. You made up the story about Hayden, so I wouldn’t go out with him. Hayden never told people we did it, because we haven’t. You spread those rumors, too.” Angry tears filled her eyes. “It’s over, Trevor. I’m not listening to you anymore. You’re a cheat and a liar and I’m smart enough to know I don’t deserve that. Hayden treats me better. He shows me respect, something you’ve never had for me.”
Trevor blushed, red seeping down his neck. “I…” He swallowed. His gaze darted to the giggling onlookers. He met Molly’s eyes and glared. “Fine. We’re done.”
Molly rolled her eyes. “Good-bye, Trevor. Leave us alone.” She spun on her heel and strode through the hall, chin held high, ignoring the stares and whispers.
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