Chapter 9: No, this is Totally FineShit. s**t f**k. Oh, f*****g s**t. No f*****g way. Oh, my God. This is not real. This cannot be happening. I can’t deal with this. I can’t—
“Good morning, class. I’m Jude Matthews, your Creative Writing Workshop instructor. If you’re not in the right place, let me know and we can figure out where you need to go.”
Everyone was silent and nobody moved.
Oh, God. Maybe I should leave? Drop the class? No. s**t. I need it to graduate. Maybe another section? No, they offer it only once every few years, one class.
“Okay…roll call.”
Oh, s**t. Oh, f**k. He’s going to know I’m here. What’s he going to do? What am I going to do? I can’t stay here. We slept together! I slept with my English professor! f*****g s**t f**k!
“Taylor…Jake…Harsh…Julie…Anthony…Trina…”
