"Your friends seem... nice," I started tentatively, breaking the deafening silence that had enveloped us since we left that building.
We were walking side by side along the sidewalk, a few blocks away from my Gramps' house. The weight of the recent encounter with Jared's friends still lingered in the air.
My statement earned a sneer from Jared, as if he strongly disagreed. "I don't think 'nice' is the right word to describe them assholes."
His choice of words surprised me, and I felt compelled to defend his crew, especially Kiera, who had been kind to me. "No, they're not! At least not Kiera... she seems so nice. I just don't know what to think of the rest of them, but you shouldn't say that," I insisted, feeling a sense of loyalty to the one person who had shown me some warmth amidst t
