“Sit down and don’t touch anything.”

That was all Ray had said before making you sit down on a Home Depot bucket and began cleaning up the place. The high school’s music room was a mess, thanks to you and Theo. You both swore to clean it up, but Theo’s lazy ass bolted the second Ray set foot in the room.

That left you with the blame of what the music room had become. Ray began cleaning everything up himself, that pissed crease in his brow never leaving as he put things back into place, muttering something under his breath.

The more childish part of you felt indignant, wanting to kick something as you sat on that bucket, but a more sensible side felt guilty almost.

Not like this asshole deserved your guilt, anyways.