Chapter Thirty Three

"…The heart of Brutus earns to think upon," Ms. Carlly shut her book and looked up at the half asleep class. Most of the students had their heads down. Others were texting. I didn't blame them, Shakespeare's Julius Caesar wasn't what I would call fascinating.

I noticed the teacher's face drop a little at the lack of enthusiasm in the room. "I expect you all to finish reading Act II over the weekend. We'll start on Act III next week."

The bell rang and every rushed out of the room. Anthony took my hand and we walked together to my next class. These past few days had been…awkward. Every time Anthony touched me or I talked to him, I felt an uneasiness in the pit of my stomach.

Anthony either didn't notice or he thought I was still coping with everything that had happened with Ethan and my mother.

Outside the door to my next class Anthony gave me a quick peck on the cheek. "Do you want to have dinner tonight?" he asked.

I knew I should say yes. My mother kept insisting that I spend every