Chapter 44

Beth’s POV I try my hardest to stop myself from glancing over my shoulder. I really do. But, I can’t help myself. Try as I might, I find myself looking back at Aaron too often, watching him from my peripheral vision and making sure he isn’t looking, and then turning my head so I can see all of him. I’m careful to never let him catch me looking, at least, only taking the briefest glances possible. He looks… tense. Fists clenched, muscles bunched all up his arms, and each time I turn away, I can feel him glaring at the back of my head. Which can only mean one thing. He’s mad at me. Is it wrong that it hurts to even think of him feeling mad, and kills me to know that he must be? Is it bad that my shoulders are shaking from the strain of keeping my tears away? I know. I know. I’m probably being overemotional, but I can’t help it. I also know that I’m supposed to be mad at him, but I can’t bring myself to be.