The instant we turned a corner away from the cafeteria, Wendy slumped against a wall and released a long sigh. This stopped my strides, and I turned to ask her what was wrong, but she beat me to speaking up first.
“Oh my God… Harley, do you have a death wish? You do have a death wish. f**k, f**k, f**k! They’ll never let this go. We have to apologize. That’s the only way to save you from the shittiest senior year ever. Harley! What were you thinking? Do you not know how high school patriarchy works? You basically just messed with the kings of Elk Grove High… Oh my God, what do we do, for heaven’s sake…”
“Wendy Hallman, breathe. Respire, inhale, take a breath, you’re running out of oxygen.” The nerdy girl cut in, slouching down to Wendy, who still had her back pressed against the wall, eye
