"What the hell was that about?" Chloe was right outside the utility room when I came out. Doing my best not to roll my eyes at her, I just shook my head. "Who knows?" If she had followed us from the cafeteria and was standing outside then everything was probably audible. Not that I mind though, I would've told her anyway. But her trying to be nice right now, pretending she didn't hear me make a complete fool outta myself is not the energy I need.
I need somebody who can beat the stupid out of me. Not that abuse is a joke, I should know. If you're wondering whatever the hell I meant by that, let me summarise real quick: I might be 17 and wiser right now, but my paternal uncle beat me up once when I am 15 and naive. Right after his son took advantage of me. He was 23 and I didn't know we we
