“No. This isn’t about your grade.”
Then he walked toward the door.
And closed it.
I heard the lock click.
My heart began pounding.
He returned to his desk, placed both hands on its edge, and said,
“Don’t tell anyone what’s about to happen.”
I took a step backward.
“What are you talking about?”
He didn’t answer.
Instead, he took out his phone and sent someone a message.
“She’s here,” he said quietly.
I tightened my grip on my bag, ready to leave.
“I’m going.”
“Emily, please. Just give me five minutes.”
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He opened it immediately.
That calmed me a little, but I was still ready to walk out.
Then I heard footsteps in the hallway.
Someone was coming toward the room.