Chapter Thirty Eight - The Asshole and the Nerd

Brandon says, "I hear it's your birthday," revealing all of his arm tattoos thanks to today's sleeveless shirt.

"That's accurate. In fact, today marks the day I was born, which was eighteen years ago. Oh my god! I'm 18 years old. The news finally clicks. My age, oh my.

"Are you addressing yourself or me?" His bright silver ear piercings become visible as he tilts his head. Do all those tattoos and piercings hurt? They certainly hurt. Brandon, perhaps not, though. He resembles a mutant who is incapable of feeling pain. Should I punch him, I wonder.

What did that serve? I hit him, and he rubs his arm.

I began laughing out loud. Lord, why am I acting this way?

"I really liked you when you were moody and depressed over Zeke."

"I never felt depressed or moody over Zeke!"

You shouldn't assume something is true just because you say it in strange, intelligent words.

Is he referencing the word "nor"?

The person behind me catches Brandon's attention. "Uh-oh. You'd better back off of me.

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