crisp, pre-autumn air outside.
Miranda was one of the people I had been friends with since I started at Clearbell. I had a few others, but they were my ex-girlfriend’s friends first and when it came down to it, they decided taking her side was the thing to do. It’s really no fun to hang around a recently-outed gay guy, after all.
At least he didn’t have the hood up that time.
Devin had been cringing after I yelled down the hall,
I wasn’t sure how to answer that at first. I could tell him to go to hell, but I was raised a God-fearing Christian and that wouldn’t be proper of me. Even if my mother was doing it a lot lately.