needed him to shut up. I loathed that man. I hated how he smiled, how he spoke, how he smelled like oak trees soaked in lemon drops. I hated how he chewed gum. How he clapped his hands. How he wore a backward baseball hat. I hated his breathing pattern, and his eyes, and his stupid dimples. How he cleared his throat. How he snickered. How he patted me on the back whenever I made a good call. Don’t touch me, Nathaniel! I hated everything about that man.
