I follow the pathway I have seared into my mind, following the memorized lefts and rights without even paying attention where I’m going. And all the while, I’m thinking about Carrie. Fuming about Carrie. Obsessing over Carrie. Burning because of Carrie. The girl should have stayed the hell away from me. She should have heeded the rumors and done whatever she could to avoid me like the plague, not fucking follow me. Now she thinks I’m a fucking heroin addict, and the boys are about to make her life a living hell if I can’t convince them that I don’t give a shit about her, and—
