Blowing out a frustrated growl, I turned on my heel and walked toward the P.E. hall but only managed to make it about five steps before swinging back around. Goddammit to hell! I could hear Rambo and the lads cracking up with laughter and making the mandatory whipped sound as I trailed after my girlfriend like a fucking puppy. Jesus Christ. When I caught up with her at the door, she didn’t look behind her when she slid her bag off her shoulder and held it out. Jaw clenched, I begrudgingly took her bag and slung it over my shoulder.

