LOVE is hard.
I paced the cafeteria like a…like…oh fuck it. I paced the cafeteria like the frustrated and pissed off gay kid I was.
Suddenly I was glad I never unpacked all my sports crap from the trunk of my car. It saved me the trouble of packing it back up again when I got all my stuff out of the apartment. I wasn’t sure where I was going but Kyle had made it pretty clear he didn’t want me here.
I must have fallen asleep because when I woke up a girl that looked a lot like Jennifer but with shorter hair was standing in front of me.
He sat in the passenger seat and said nothing.
We grabbed a cup of brown colored water the hospital called coffee and took a seat in the back of the cafeteria. It was pretty much empty which was good because I really didn’t want an audience for what I was about to do next.