Chapter 12
Guys my age have a lot to worry about. Pregnancy scares, which bicep is bigger than the other, whose skirt can they get under. But me? I was worried about Blu, about Livvy and about my Mom. I wasn’t jerking off in the middle of the shower, thinking about my next lay, I was figuring out how the hell I was gonna keep Blu alive. For now, Livvy was okay with Zinky, Mom had Allen – in some weird twisted way. Blu had me. And I wasn’t going to let her down.
That’s why I was I went to school. That’s why I was pretending to listen to Mr Ruit go on about some dead poet who made a mediocre poem about waves crashing against the shore which was supposed to be a metaphor for humanity or something like that, I was trying not to fall asleep.
It wasn’t very successful but I’d do it for Blu
