As soon I stepped out of Charlie's car I knew something was up.
People were whispering.
Eyes were staring.
Some gave a look of contempt while others laugh.
And all were directed at me.
You would think they'd let me live down the humiliation of supposedly being rejected by Julian at the cafeteria that morning. Or was it the paint? I can't hardly tell anymore. Their expressions were those of judgements. But that's all there ever was. Stares I could get by. Fortunate for me, they don't feel like resorting to something so provincial like taunting me with lame words.
At least not yet. I know these people, they're like sharks circling around their prey readying themselves to strike at the right moment when they catch you off guard and it's a guarantee that you'll drown.
I duck my head, m
