When it comes to Bernadette Blackbird, I’ve never been very rational. Once, in the tenth grade, when I was pretending to hate her, and lying with every breath I took, Sheldon Ernst murmured something about how sweet her cunt must taste. I beat him until he couldn’t stand. Because I’m jealous. And I’m in love. I’ve always been in love with that girl. Now, without any guilt or regret, she can be mine.
