I probably should have been more concerned about my own welfare, in retrospect. But I always do stupid things. Especially when it comes to Elsa.
When she smacked me up against the locker, pinning me there with both her eyes and her body, I knew it was mostly my fault.
"I told you to stop staring at me." Then she slapped me across the cheek. Me head whipped back, connecting with the locker. Then I fell unconscious.