The Kiss That Broke Them
I swung my bag and hit Shawn on the back of the head. Pushing him away, I stood in defense of Andrew and shouted, "That’s enough, Shawn! What’s wrong with you?”
In the fifteen years I had known Shawn, he was always reserved. I had never seen him so out of control before.
Shawn looked at me in disbelief and shouted hysterically, “Why did he kiss you? What’s going on between you two?”
“That’s none of your concern.”