she’s doing. I’ve always known I’m a pathetic dick. This shines a brilliant light all over my bullshit. I play the same charade the rest of the week, acting as if nothing has changed in my life. It has though. I don’t know Kennedy, and she doesn’t know me, yet she protects me. Not like what she did in class when she gave me the answer to a question. This is much bigger. Waiting for a knock or a call to the office to be arrested in front of everyone has kept me on edge all week. The worst part of this is that I allow her to protect me. I am a coward. I’m the worst kind of coward.
