/Jane/
The drive back home was deafeningly quiet. I had no idea what to say or do, so I said nothing and did nothing but stand there and watch the trees whizz by. As we approached my driveway, I grabbed the hood of my sweater and pulled it up, partially covering my face. Everyone would have known if I hadn't told them I'd been crying. I was walking through the house when Kurt came up behind me, his hand resting on the small of my back the entire time. But even though I understood that he was only trying to be supportive, I began to be annoyed by the fact that he kept touching me all the time and that I allowed him to do so.
As I came to a halt outside my bedroom, I shrugged my shoulders. "I'm just going to draw for a little while and then go to bed early."
Despite the fact that he nod
