Twelve

It wasn't like I was scared of her or something, but well, I was scared of her right now. How in the world had she come in, and we hadn't heard her footsteps? Was she a ghost? And, she knew the door pin of Ryan's door?

Ryan sat up immediately, sat straight. Like a criminal, I sat as well, feeling quite tense. This felt so embarrassing. I had known I shouldn't have come here. 

She took a step close, tears filled in her eyes. "Ryan, what's this?! Have you gone this far?"

"Oh, goodness." He raked his fingers in his hair, sighed hard. Leaning into the couch, he used his hand to tug the back of his neck. "Sherri, breaking a glass cause you're angry, isn't nice. That thing's expensive. And, why would you come here without telling me?"

"Don't divert from this topic." She put her hands on her waist, holding back her tears as she blinked hard. "And whatever, I'll get you a new glass. Ryan, what's your pr