[Crane clears his throat and peers around the edge of his book. He observes his classmates with some curiosity that doesn't quite make it onto his face. They're talking about Sherry. How tragic an accident it was. How they had warned her about this, that and the other. They hadn't. And they didn't even know he'd done it. God, he's a genius.
He leans forward, stretching his arms over his desk, mustering the most impartial expression he can dredge up. He spots Harleen at that moment and a sudden feeling of nausea rumbles his stomach and upsets his throat, which tightens.
He stares her down. God, does he hate her.]
He leans forward, stretching his arms over his desk, mustering the most impartial expression he can dredge up. He spots Harleen at that moment and a sudden feeling of nausea rumbles his stomach and upsets his throat, which tightens.
He stares her down. God, does he hate her.]