Mayhem
It was madness.
There were girls everywhere, pulling at each other, shrieking. And amid them all, she saw the two responsible. Rachel wished she was surprised.
Blazers half-off and hair torn, Michaela and Lindsey were practically clawing at each other. Nothing needed to be said for her to know it was their doing. Some civil war. Silly, immature… And yet, impossible to quash.
Almost an indication of how she felt whenever she saw him. Like a ghost, pale, serious, and mournful. She wished it was as simple as pulling hair.
He met her eye across the grass. Still so serious. And now, furious. He needn't say anything. This was her fault. Rachel could hear the accusation, distinctly in his voice.
Reaching across, she pulled the girls apart, more forceful than intended. No, this was their fault.
This was their doing and if it wasn't theirs, it was his. She would not allow the blame to rest on her lap. Rachel was not accountable for the havoc that they had brought with them.