"Hey, Heather." David talked to me one time in the locker area and I shrugged him off. God knows how pissed I am because of him. My life was full of misfortunes when he intervened. Don’t talk to me, you filthy bad boy!
"Are you listening to me?"
"No, obviously not." I peered and pushed his chest away from me when I got my books inside. He was still talking to me like I hadn’t just shoved him off. "What happened to you and Nadia? Just because you’re mad at your best friend doesn’t mean you are venting it out at me. What is this? You’re mad at everyone around her? I – "
"David, can you just please stop talking to me? I’m not in the mood. "
"Course you do."
"Then why are you not getting the f**k out of my sight, huh?"
"Look, I have something to tell you."
"Tell it to the dead man becau
