Something must have happened this time to make Mrs. Xander react so irrationally and embarrass both of them publicly.
Since Mrs. Xander mentioned my name, everyone’s eyes turned to me. Yvonne, seemingly realizing something, stared at me with sudden anger.
“Wendy, it’s you! You’re the one who told on us!”
“You promised me you wouldn’t snitch on us. Why would you do this? What do you gain from it?”
Nash, too, looked at me with a mixture of caution and annoyance.
I shrugged. “This has nothing to do with me. I told you I wouldn’t get involved in your affairs, and I’ve kept my word. If you want to argue, can you at least do it outside? It’s affecting everyone’s studying here. Also, Mrs. Xander, please clarify that I didn’t inform on you.”
However, Yvonne was convinced that I was the informer.
“Enough of this arguing. I’m the one who told Mrs. Xander. Calm down, and if you have any issues, discuss them in my office. Don’t disrupt the other students here,” our homeroom teacher said, rubbing her temples.
We followed our homeroom teacher to her office. It was class time, so there was no one else inside. Mrs. Xander, still furious, was seated by our homeroom teacher.
“If our homeroom teacher hadn’t told me, how long were you planning to hide this from me? All the things you’ve done behind my back, how do you plan to explain them to me and your dad?” Mrs. Xander glared at Nash.
