I wanted to yell at her, I’m McMonster. I’m your f*****g fantasy. Me. The same guy who has always been there, in your periphery, waiting to save the goddamn day and not take any credit for it.
I taught you how to drive. I made your birthday presents up until your sophomore year. I f*****g took your virginity because you asked not so nicely, even though I knew it was going to undo me.
I pushed the exit door open and held it for everyone other than Fuckface—he could hold his own damn door. When I stepped outside into the frosty winter evening, I bumped into my mother’s back. She was standing frozen to the sidewalk, staring at the street. So were Dylan and Cal.
“Mom?” I peered down at her face to find it was pale as a sheet.
“Honey…” Her jaw nearly hit the floor.
I followed her line of s
