Chapter 14“I want you to know I’m not mad at you,” Taylor said several days later while we sat at a table in the back of the school cafeteria.
How generous of Taylor. No offense to him or anything, but I didn’t live life for his approval. Although I wasn’t about to blurt that fact to him. There was no point in causing more trouble.
“Thanks.” I munched on an apple, making loud crunching sounds, which would’ve driven Grandma crazy if she were still alive. She was the epitome of proper etiquette.
Taylor snickered. “You have no idea what I’m talking about, do you?”
I remained silent.
“I was talking about Katherine,” Taylor continued.
“Oh,” I finished the rest of the apple. Then, I threw the apple’s core into an adjacent garbage can.
“I’m thankful you helped her when I couldn’t.” Taylor
