Chris' POV:
A nervous wreck. That's what I was the next morning as I sat at my desk during the first period of school.
My feet kept on shuffling back and forth and I'm pretty sure the person sitting in front of me is agitated by my feet kicking his chair, but he doesn't dare look back at me and say something about it.
My eyes always make their way towards the clock to see the seconds hand ticking away.
Tick.
Tick.
Tick.
Every so often, my eyes would shift to look through the window of the door to see if I could see Skylar's face suddenly appear and for her to open the door, walk in, and say that she just came to school late.
She promised.
Yesterday, she promised that she would be here at school. She said that she would be safe on her walk home.
Gosh, how could I have been so s
