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I don’t knohat to do with myself

Maybe I should just take his ive him time

“You alright, bro?”

The question comes from my brother, who’s come into the main house for some reason or another I don’t even answer him, my arms folded, my body sunk halfway into the couch,so low oncovers half of my face

He sits on the couch next to me I feel his arm come around my back, where he starts to pat and rub my shoulder

“Heard what happened at the theater a few days ago”

I sigh “It was over a week ago”

“Everyone’s talkin’ about it”

“Let them talk I don’t care”

“Did you really punch Anthony Myers in the face so hard, he lost three teeth?”

I roll my eyes “Sounds like the Spruce Game Of Telephone is already expert-level this summer You just believe what you want to about what I did or didn’t do to Anthony fuckin’ Myers”

“I heard it was over a fight about Jazzy You still into her?”

My face wrinkles right up I stare at my brother hard “What the fuck kind of rumors you listenin’ to lately?”

“The kind I get froues at the school And Coach Larry, who’s worse about gossip than our own mama”

“He won’t talk to me”

Tanner lifts an eyebroay It takes hi about “Bobby?”

“I got him fired All because of my stupid temper, and the way Anthony was lookin’ at me, and all the shit Bobby’s probably had to put up with … all on account of a stupid grudge Anthony’s got with hter across my chest “I just feel so …”