“It sure makes arguing about it seem kinda stupid, huh?” Sometimes when Rick started his homophobic rants, I wanted just punch him. Even if I never confronted him, I now had some internal track to play while he spouted off about something he didn’t know anything about.
Mr. Bridge pointed to the clock: our time was up. “So, fake it till you make it, Shane. You’re gonna be alright.”
I chuckled as I got my backpack and books together. For all the years I’d tried to get out of classes, here I was wishing I could stay just a little bit longer, squeeze in one more question. I smiled at Mr. Bridge as he left the booth, went to his desk and prepped for his next class. Already his shield was back up, teacher-armor in place; but I knew that the shield could come down. I was probably the only perso
