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my voice breaking, but not because of the injuries. My heart really hurts.
He shrugs. “He just seems like the type, right? I mean, he’s from that neighborhood—” “Yeah, but still, he goes here,” I say, not really liking Jamie’s tone.
I don’t straighten my hair because I hate it; I straighten it because everyone else hates it for me.
Whether Devon and his Blackness and myself and mine are the reason this creep is picking on us. I feel sick at the thought of it.
“I came here to tell you this—this whole Lola’s situation, you and him and your traditions … You and him, full stop, are over.”
It whacks the middle one’s face hard enough that it stings my own palm. She immediately covers her cheek, and her jaw hangs open.
“Miss Adebayo, there are countless witnesses, most with spotless records, who say you were bullying the girl. I thought you, as Head Prefect, would know better.”
That he didn’t mean he liked me. He meant he liked my body, my flesh, my bones
hesitate, before drawing up the list of suspects in my mind and adding Jamie’s name to the spot beneath Ruby’s.
But apparently not the important things, like who Terrell is. And when I kissed him.
“Maybe you need another pair of ears on it,” Terrell suggests. When I don’t say anything, he pulls at his ears and smiles. “My ears are always available.”
Bullshit.
She seems to have a thing for other people’s boyfriends.
The heels of her shoes click loudly against the marble, while mine squeak after each step.
“Jamie’s a dickhead,” she says.
The whole time I was dating him, even … Except it seemed like you hated me—and I guess I know why—but as messed up as this is, you seem nicer than people say you are. Besides, we’re both too good for Jamie,”
“I think it’s racism.” Terrell looks at me straight.
but I think they are all racist.”
I might do dangerous things like kiss boys I like
“You’re so full of shit,” I say, which only makes his grin wider.
Terrell looks at me, then down at his hoodie, which I’m wearing again. It’s warmer than any hoodie I own.
He smiles, dimples appearing. “Yesterday, when you ran away from me. You should consider being an Olympic runner if you ever change your mind about music—
push him and he laughs.
we both had the chance to be normal.
he’s always hated this part of me.
watching with them. Their eyes are wide and innocent. They don’t have to worry about the world yet. They have no clue. I hope they’ve eaten. Ma has her way of dealing with