Through out the drive home, Owen just keeps on looking at through his peripheral view. Trying to gauge my emotions. My facial expressions. My mood.
Well, I’m in a pissy mood right now. That punch was satisfying while it lasted. Now I won’t be able to drive to school until my baby is spotless again. This just sucks. Maybe I’ll clean it when we arrive at home.
Sometime before the five-minute mark ended, he broke the silence. “So, are you going to tell me what was the reason why they wrote those words on your car?” I shrugged and he sighed afterwards.
“They thought I was flirting with Sean. Maybe because they saw me earlier sit and talk to him in the library before my second period started.” I told him about what happened and he nodded after I finished.
“No wonder they thought you were a
