Why not ? Stella , come over here ! She said and I drew my face closer to her and she pushed my back hair behind my ear and whisper .
" Why you don't want to go with troy ? you know Royce would be very Jealous . "
I pulled myself away and rolled my eyes .
I had never met a boy like troy before. Sturdy was the word he returned to, even though the Tallahassee boy looked soft, conducted himself like a goody-goody, and had an irritating tendency to preach. Wore eyeglasses you wanted to grind underfoot like a butterfly. He talked like a white college boy, read books when he didn't have to, and mined them for uranium to power his own personal A-bomb. Still--sturdy. I don't want to make fun of me . Why would I care about Royce ? Sometimes the only choice left to do is to stop caring. Make peac
