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gasp. Even Brad looks shocked.
                  “What is your problem?! You think I’m going to go out with you now?”
                  I can tell by his face that he hadn’t thought of that. All he cared about then was making sure another guy wasn’t going to show him up, but he never even considered how I would feel about the whole thing. If there was ever any doubt in my mind that I’d made the wrong decision, it was completely gone now.
                  “Get the hell out of here!” I scream at him, ready to hit him again if he doesn’t go. He looks at me, then at Cassidy and Merrell, and tries to save face. He scoffs and backs up, fixing his collar.
                  “Whatever,” he laughs. “Sophomore bitches. Have fun with your boyfriend .”
                  And with a roll of his eyes, he turns around and heads back to school.
                  “Jesus Christ,” Cassidy says, letting out a deep sigh of relief.
                  “That was intense,” Merrell says.
                  I let out a scream of frustration that causes everyone standing outside to look at me, but I don’t care. I look back in Joey’s direction, but he’s already gone.
                  “What an asshole! ” I yell, not caring who hears. I start off in Joey’s direction, but Cassidy grabs me by the arm.
                  “Where are you going?”
              “I’ve got to see Joey!”
                  “Don’t be stupid,” she whispers in my ear. “Mr. Curtis will kill you if you leave school grounds! Just go see him after school! It’s not like he’s gonna run away from home or something. Come on.”
                  She’s right. Our school has a really strict policy against students leaving school grounds before classes are over.
                  “Let’s just go to class,” Merrell says quietly. “You’ll see him later. You can go over and give him some chicken soup.”
                  “Chicken soup is for when you’re sick, Merrell,” Cassidy scolds her. “Not when you got your ass kicked.”
                 
                  The rest of the day seems to drag on and on like it will never end. I want to text Joey or call him, but I don’t even have his number yet. I keep replaying the last few weeks in my head, thinking of all the things I should have done, all the signs I should have seen and how all of this could have been avoided. I sit in class just staring at the clock, watching the hands go by, waiting for two thirty so I can get out of here.
                  When the bell rings, I’m out of my chair and sprinting for the front doors. I can hear the girls yell after me to wait, but there’s no stopping me. I race through the parking lot and out to the street. Joey lives in the “bad part” of Stonehill, so I take a left and head down past the quarry, past the rail road tracks and down into his neighborhood.
                  I remember where he lives from when we used to ride the bus, and I see it from across the road when my phone rings. It’s my mom. I answer.
                  “Hey, Mom.”
                  “Hey, honey, where are you?”
                  I realize my mom is probably waiting at school for me to pick me up.
                  “Oh, sorry, Mom. I’m at Joey’s house.”
                  “What? Joey’s? How did you get there?”
                  “I walked,” I say. “Well, actually I ran. But yeah.”
                  “Honey! You know I don’t like you walking down that busy street!”
                  I sigh, pacing back and forth, my eyes on Joey’s house. “I know, Mom. I’m sorry, but I have to go okay? I’ll text you in a bit.”