Throughout the day I kept thinking of what had happened early this morning, of how I had completely gone off on Kylian.
I reprimanded myself each time I saw him from a distance; at morning chapel, at assembly during line up, when he and the other electoral candidates went up the podium for their speeches.
Maybe I shouldn't have been so defensive about it. Maybe he really had been trying to just know something about me. Something that I told myself I'd never want to speak or think about.
But how could I be so sure of him? Everyone in school had their own ideas of what had happened two years ago, they formed their own truths mixed in with the lies Lucas had told.
And I had let them believe whatever they wanted if only to put it behind me as fast as possible. To keep myself from going to
