So what I’m telling you is that you need to follow your heart, where ever that leads you, and do what you think is right for you……and your speci...l guy.’ My throat was dry and my voice cracking. I could feel the walls of my world crumbling. I couldn’t handle it anymore. ‘I gotta go….’ I turned to leave but Joanie grabbed my shirt and forced me to turn around. ‘Look at me,’ Joanie said with a trembling voice. ‘Look at me!’ I could see tears falling from her eyes. ‘Why are you crying?’ I asked,. " "Good luck," Kyla said. Kyla and Lonji entered the lifts, leaving Shandel and Thraiza to the Pit. Lonji shook his head. "You know us handlers are supposed to be fostering competitiveness, not compassion. Thraiza is using you to cover her own incompetence." "So you keep saying," Kyla replied. "You know I appreciate your empathy," Lonji told her. "I just like to remind you sometimes of our purposes. You seem almost too comfortable here, sometimes." Kyla laughed. "What? Are you asking me to. They all seemed about average, and none of them seemed to be as nervous as she was. Her heart raced when her phone chirped, as if she were about to be caught and scolded. She checked her notifications and bit her lip when she was the Fantasia app on her notifications. Opening the app, she saw a message from her partner telling her to move to the back of the car.She hesitated a moment before glancing back, where she saw a man in a hoodie. His head was down, presumably focused on his phone, so. "Dilton tried to speak, but he only croaked."What was that?" No," Dilton said, clearing his throat. "What it is—" Please stand and face the class."Dilton got up. He stood beside the table, his eyes glued to the clock at the back of the room, forcing himself not to look at Betty Cooper. The overhead lights flashed on his owl-rimmed glasses. He had an obvious hard-on, which strained against the fly of his surprisingly stylish chinos. It was a respectable size, too, for such a shrimpy kid. Betty.