Chapter 14 Chapter 14

Jessy's always early to English.

This morning I am too, looking up from her seat, my arms folded. "I know you took my poem." 

She stops in front of me, avoiding my gaze. "I'm sorry, okay? I need to be on Carla's good side. I'm not like you. You don't need her. She knows it."

I shake my head, but I can't find it in myself to be angry about the poem because I know what it feels like to want approval.

"Carla's going to turn on you again if you don't give her enough to shit on people."

"I think I gave her enough." she says softly. I move back to my seat, and the room fills. Brandon strides in, but there's no sign of Timothy. Where he is? "Ugh! I've been trying to finish the fourth book you sent me since he weekend." Avery says, dropping her things on her desk right before the bell.