I got up and followed her out into the hallway.
“Anna stop, wait.” I said.
She kept walking, faster to avoid me.
“Anna, wait!” I said more strongly. I grabbed her arm and spun her around. She finally looked at me, longing was in her eyes for something I couldn’t quite make out.
“You’re scared,” I started, “You’re scared because you’re tied into your cheap boy-toy’s trap and don’t know what to do when he finds out you like the new kid.”
Anna looked at me with a vague discust.
“Don’t flatter yourself, Cam. You don’t know us!”
“But I know enough. Please, just let me in. Talk to me, I can help you.”
“Cameron,” she lowered her head. “I can’t like you. Emmett would-”
My turn to cut her off. “Emmett would continue to control your life. He will until you make a stand, and the only person who can help you do that is me.” I paused, the silence accented my concern. “But I can’t help you unless you let me.”
I paused and let the same silence soak in my last words, then turned and walked away.