she’d kissed me and told me I should meet her at her locker in the morning so I could walk her to class, because that’s what good boyfriends did. But yeah, no. I’d shut that shit down fast. I walked Noah to class in the mornings, and every girl after that Gretchen chick had been the same. Always wanting me to do little extras that boiled down to the same exact thing: being their boyfriend would have meant cutting back on time with Noah, and that was and always had been a hard no for me.
