18“Mad For It” – TooManyLeftHands
He pulled his truck into the lot a full thirty minutes before the bell, which had never happened before, so the school year was already off to a solid start. He'd been up since his first alarm went off, deciding whether or not to just show up at Vanessa's and beg for forgiveness, or just let things settle. He'd gone with the latter, eventually coming to the conclusion that he had to figure out some s**t on his own before dragging her back into it.
Figuring out your s**t. Step one. He walked to the front office and found the guidance counselor's door. He'd only been there once after getting punched in the face last year, so he wasn't exactly sure of the protocol, but he assumed she was there to provide guidance. And he needed some guidance. He knocked lig
