Honestly, it’s fine. School was never my strong suit, anyway. I was barely passing enough to skirt by, mainly going just to escape. See my friends. Antagonize Huck. I hate how much I miss him. Hearing his dumb music from the bathroom when he showers every night, his messy curls when he comes down the stairs first thing in the morning. Seeing him in the halls at school, watching him at football practice. Fighting with him. His voice. The kisses… I hate it even more that I admit to missing him at all.
