Accusations

Leila

Christopher was angry. I could feel the anger radiating off him. He made no move to touch me. He barely even looked at me. It hurt to see him that way.

“How are you?” I asked finally.

“Fine. You?”

“Terrified,” I whispered.

“Of what? Your secret is safe.”

“What happened?” I asked.

He shrugged. “Why don’t you tell me? I saw you coming out of the dean’s office.”

“You did?” I scowled. “I didn’t see you.”

“I figured you were purposely ignoring me,” he said angrily. “Not wanting to sully your good name.”

“No!” I exclaimed. “I didn’t see you. I was a little distracted. I tried calling you over and over. Why aren’t you taking my calls?”

He blew out a breath. “Because I wasn’t sure what to say to you after what you did.”

“After what I did?” I questioned. “What did I do?”

“You told the dean who I was.”

My mouth dropped open. “I did no such thing! He asked me if I knew the man in the picture and I lied. I told him I didn’t know who you were.”

He scoffed. “How is it I got pulled out of clas