Thera looked devastated. She stopped walking like she’d actually hit a wall. Even though she’d switched her opinion on how she felt about the picture and Blakely’s relationship with Mr. Crosby way too many times to count, the fact that Blakely had picked me again over her hurt. I’d been so proud and happy. It didn’t matter that I didn’t agree with what we were doing either. I mouthed “Sorry” to Thera, even though I really wasn’t, and hurried inside after Blakely.
