Chapter 9
U know what u should do.
Tab blinked at the new text, and shook his head. Like he was telepathic and could just transmit the wtf? to Demi that way. But he couldn’t. Duh. So he texted it instead.
U should ask ur boxer out.
There’s faster ways to kill myself, Tab proclaimed melodramatically, and could almost hear Demi laughing. He’d have Maxi’s laugh, Tab imagined. That clacking, stuttery sort of laugh.
He wont kill u, he stuck up 4 u!
Doesn’t mean he’s gay or would ever go out with me, Tab pointed out.
It was a brilliantly sunny Wednesday morning. Cold, but sunny. There were no lectures on a Wednesday, but on Wednesday mornings the art rooms were quiet, and Tab had set himself up in a corner with a drawing board and his charcoals, to transfer the blurry imagined outline to
