But that would require gas.
And gas means money.
And I would rather my money go toward food.
The bell rings, and I head to my next class, so glad that none of the quartet are in it.
But Shane? He’s fucking brutal in the next class. A grade-A asshat.
Honestly, today has been terrible. Trying to ignore the guys and keeping my head down isn't going to work. If I don't try to make any friends soon, the Mutineers are going to turn everyone against me.
They will not win.