But that morning, something about Vanessa seemed different.
She wasn’t simply looking for another opportunity to embarrass me.
She was angry.
And I knew exactly why.
The previous afternoon, I’d seen something I wasn’t supposed to see.
Something involving Vanessa, a frightened cleaning woman, and a locked storage room behind the college auditorium.
I hadn’t told anyone what happened.
At least, Vanessa believed I hadn’t.
“I’m talking to you!” she snapped.
I kept my eyes on the running water.
Then I felt her hands grab my shoulders.
Before I could react, she shoved me toward the sink.
My palms slammed against the countertop.
Madison and Chloe burst into laughter.
“Look at her!” Madison shouted. “She’s scared!”
Vanessa leaned closer.
“You should’ve minded your own business yesterday.”
My stomach tightened.
So that was it.
She knew I’d been there.
I straightened up, turned around, and looked directly into her eyes.
