A rage I’d never felt before flared and left me speechless. I stared at him, hoping I looked uncaring, as if none of this bothered me in the slightest, that I was too cool to give a shit about the pitiful mini-dramas and gossip of my classmates, but I was legitimately enraged at Susan, at Thom, at myself, and I felt ashamed sitting in front of Robert—they had talked about me to Robert, they had told Robert that I mistrusted him.
