Chapter Nineteen
I can feel Jodie’s eyes on the back of my head, like a rifle’s laser sights. I told Troy over and over again that, if he didn’t tell his mother about us seeing each other, it would be a bad idea for me to attend his graduation, but he was adamant. He wanted me there. He even said that, if it hadn’t been for me, he might not even be graduating, but I saw through that one easily. He was just being dramatic.
He only told me yesterday that he hadn’t been able to work up the nerve to tell Jodie about our friendship.
“I should have told her years ago,” he said, “now it feels like I’ve been doing something bad.”
I’m afraid to move. I stand here as though my neck is stuck in a medical brace and I can only look straight ahead. I know Jodie’s a few rows behind me with Gerald. No
