Chapter 127 Set-up

• "No way Aria, no freaking way!"
• I leaned away from her beseeching puppy dog eyes and folded my arms. I found more solace in Mr. Wallace's gloomy tone than in her suggestion that Tyrone and Mark reconcile. It wasn't my place to pry, even though I wanted to patch up their strained friendship just as much as she did. It was between Tyrone and Mark. We had no business pressuring them to get back in touch. And by using "force," Aria meant going too far.
• She hung a pair of stolen keys before my face and whimpered, "Why not?" "We can lock them in the janitor's closet and keep them there until they sort their differences out."