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“Why do you give a shit what they think?”

“I don’t give a shit what they think,” I whisper-shout “But I also don’t want to give them any more fodder I’m sick of the bullshit I don’t need any extra drao to class, get good grades, and be invisible”

Kingston stares atyou could never be is invisible”

I scoff “I don’t see why—”

“Yo, Jazzy Jazz,” Bentley interrupts, swinging his ar? I heard you were playing tonsil hockey in the parking lot with this asshole” He jerks his chin toward Kingston, who’s pinning hi head behind the gyossiping You two lovebirds are ruining ame”

“Fuck off, Fitzgerald,” Kingston snaps

Bentley laughs “Cal the facts” He leans down to whisper infor someone to make out with, I’d be happy to volunteer as tribute You don’t need to put up with this broody bastard if you want some lovin’”

I push him aith a sht face “Shut up, you idiot”

Bentley gasps dra bell rings, he places a quick kiss on o, babe See you at lunch”

Bentley laughs when Kingston flips him off

“Get your shit and let’s go,” he growls

I narrowme around”

“Stop being so fucking stubborn”

I punch in the code to open rab composition notebooks forand slam the door shut

Kingston is glued to my side as I walk to statistics, but I’ I know pretty nore theet to ston takes off, until I step into the room and see that people are no less curious than they were in the hallway I’ why Kingston went fro lot Then, you have Bentley, on’t stop openly flirting with ets