“She’s all fucked up, with a broken home and a bad daddy, and you’re a sucker for a sob story.” She added, “Just look at Gib—” “Don’t even go there,” I warned, hands balling into fists. “You feel bad about it so you’re keeping this charade up,” she continued. “I knew there had to be something more to this. It made no sense for you to look sideways at the likes of her—” “Someone swap seats with me!” I roared, causing the nurse who was addressing the class to jump and everyone else to turn and look at me.
