Tina wants to talk

You felt a hot flush of warm fear burn up your neck. What did Tina know? Had she seen your little encounter with her mother? Had Mrs Harding confessed all the lurid details to her daughter? Your mind raced with a dozen horrible scenarios while you did your utmost to keep your face clear of panic.

“So, did my mom say anything strange last night?” She asked, her head slightly tilted, her blue eyes searching yours. “She was really weird this morning. Normally she’s all done up and ready to take on the day over breakfast, but this morning she was all zoned out and muttering to herself. The two of you didn’t get into an argument after I went to bed did you?”

There was a warmth from the ring, as though the little object was relishing in the memory of what you had done to Tina’s mom. You tried to ignore that and focus on keeping your composure.

“We didn’t really talk that much to be honest,” you replied with a shrug. You just prayed you looked as casual as you were trying to portray.

Tina hummed thoughtfully, a frown writ across her face. “It might have been something my dad did,” she shook the thought away, smiled at you “but whatever. Let’s get to class!”

You wer happy to go along, but the entire time you felt the ring vibrant and thrum with warmth in your hand. In the pulse of your heartbeat, you thought you might have heard laughter...