Medora
“I kissed Anthony,” I confessed to Yellow as we walked out of the hotel.
“What?” she exclaimed, nearly stopping in her tracks.
“I was drunk. I don’t even remember what it was like,” I said dismissively, avoiding her gaze.
“What about Clyde?” she whispered, moving away from Peter and Charles to speak more privately.
“He hates me. He wants us to just be friends,” I shrugged, trying to sound indifferent.
“Didn’t you already try that? It didn’t work,” she seethed, frustration coloring her voice.
“I know,” I sighed, running a hand through my hair. “I need a job, Yellow.”
“I can talk to the principal where I work, see if there’s an opening,” she offered.
I remembered telling her that the last thing I wanted to do was teach, but at this point, I’d take anything.
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