Okay. Maybe I was overreacting about the whole what-did-he-call-me thing. I probably was, not gonna lie. But the thing is, him keeping it from me makes me desperate to know what the guy, who now walks around school with a black eye, said.
Today was the second day of me practically begging on my knees, *no don't think of it like that you dirty minded readers*, and we all know the saying of curiosity killed the cat, and in this situation, I am the cat and I am literally dying to know.
Okay, it can't be that bad. I tried letting it go but I can't. And here I am walking towards him after the bell rang for lunch to start.
"Hey Kade," I said and leaned against the locker. I swear to god I saw him roll his eyes as his back was facing me.
"How can I help you?" He asked as he turned around.
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