MATTHEW
“Don’t.”
Kathryn warns as we walk into the detention classroom 15minutes early.
“But—”
“Nope but nothing.” She throws her bag on the desk, “you just don’t know when to stop do you?”
“Just here me out.” I place my bag on a chair next to her desk.
“Now you want to talk?”
“Kathryn—”
“All we do is talk and yet somehow things get worse for me.”
“That’s not fair.”
“Really now?" She laughs dryly, "fair is the word you want to use?”
Her face doesn’t show any emotion and I don’t really know how to go on from here.
“Okay, let’s see shall we?” She pops out a thumb, “we talked and you blew up our station, I get detention in the process and 400$ fine.”
"Kathryn..."
“We talk again and I end up getting expired salsa dumped over me. I also get yelled at by a stranger,” she ad
