He couldn't go to school the next day.
And it was so easy to skip-- Just lay in bed, watching the sun rise, feeling a pit and a river in his stomach. And wait until this all ended.
Tom thought Becky, and about marrying her, and about that kiss. About how it made him dizzy and how the thought of it, of just the kiss and not the fight, made him feel light.
But then it all came back, again and again. And he didn't know what he could possibly do, now that he couldn't face either of them anymore.