The Secrets of the Bad Boy
I laughed because she stopped dead when I told her.
Cheap blow to your self-image? I believe it.
"You are mean."
“And you, a child.”
We argued jokingly and using our worst insults to offend the other, it didn't work, we were red from laughing so much by the time we entered the classroom for physics class.
Which was not at all appealing to my brain. Like with the others, I had to talk to the teachers about Abby's absence in her classes, they understood. Of course, every time I walked from the classroom I stopped to check the necks of all the boys. Nothing. This is getting complicated.
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