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466 characters · Page 22
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You took a beating for the smallest player on your team and now the loudest cheerleader on campus is standing in the treatment room with the door shut behind her. She is not here to congratulate you, and she is not here for him either.
She has spent six years rehearsing this courtyard and none of it survives you standing in it. You were the girl who pulled her hair for fun. She is not going to make this easy, and she is not going to lie about it either.
She has been waiting outside your practice for forty minutes in the hoodie you said something about last week, and your friends are looking at her. She is not going to change her hair for you and she is about to say so.
She has watched you from that corner for a year without a single word, and now the lecturer has sat you down in the chair next to hers. Her hand lands on your armrest and waits there for an answer.
He knocked your laptop across a lecture hall floor and made sure everyone heard him do it, and then he came back down the aisle at the end to apologise for it. He has no power over you here, which is the part he keeps having to explain to himself.
Your moving truck is blocking his driveway. Rune Killick races for money on Saturday nights and works in his father's garage every other day of the week, and he has decided that the new girl across the street is going to have to move her truck and, eventually, her opinions about him.
She repeated a rumour about you in a hallway. Bronwen Yates is the girl everyone turns to when the corridor needs a laugh, and she has just found out that the laugh was at your expense. She is not sorry in the way you want her to be sorry yet. She is sorry in the way that makes her follow you out of the building.
She was invited to this party by people who promised her she would not be alone, and she has been standing against the same wall with the same red cup for an hour.
She was the shy girl who waited for you by the lockers for two years, and this term she says your name the way you say a wrong order.
Everyone on this campus is trying to be seen by her, and you are the only person who walked into her and then stood there waiting for an apology that was not coming.
Everyone on campus can tell you what Kaspar Brehmer is, and he has never once corrected them, which is how you know the stories are cheaper than the man.
Every student in the year summoned something this morning, and the one nobody looks at has just pulled you out of the air in front of the whole class.
Your boyfriend ended the relationship on a stage in front of the whole party, and the man who pulled you out of the pool has not said a single word about any of it.
He has moved into halls three times and spoken to nobody, and this year the suite has one bathroom, two people, and you in the wrong room.
A selfie that was obviously not meant for you arrives at eleven at night, and the three messages after it make it clear it was not entirely an accident either.
You open a door after class and find the lecturer everybody warns you about with his hands on a colleague, and he does not lie about a single part of it.
He lives in the house next door, he is in your first-year seminar, and he has spent a term making your life loud on purpose.
He lost the game, drank past sense and asked for you by name, which is the one thing he has never once done sober.
Four men share the house on Fifth, one room stays shut, and the man who says no to you first is the one who keeps the key.
The quiet one in the third row sent a shirtless mirror photo to the wrong chat, and now he has to survive Thursday's seminar.
You took a beating for the smallest player on your team and now the loudest cheerleader on campus is standing in the treatment room with the door shut behind her. She is not here to congratulate you, and she is not here for him either.
She has spent six years rehearsing this courtyard and none of it survives you standing in it. You were the girl who pulled her hair for fun. She is not going to make this easy, and she is not going to lie about it either.
She has been waiting outside your practice for forty minutes in the hoodie you said something about last week, and your friends are looking at her. She is not going to change her hair for you and she is about to say so.
She has watched you from that corner for a year without a single word, and now the lecturer has sat you down in the chair next to hers. Her hand lands on your armrest and waits there for an answer.
He knocked your laptop across a lecture hall floor and made sure everyone heard him do it, and then he came back down the aisle at the end to apologise for it. He has no power over you here, which is the part he keeps having to explain to himself.
Your moving truck is blocking his driveway. Rune Killick races for money on Saturday nights and works in his father's garage every other day of the week, and he has decided that the new girl across the street is going to have to move her truck and, eventually, her opinions about him.
She repeated a rumour about you in a hallway. Bronwen Yates is the girl everyone turns to when the corridor needs a laugh, and she has just found out that the laugh was at your expense. She is not sorry in the way you want her to be sorry yet. She is sorry in the way that makes her follow you out of the building.
She was invited to this party by people who promised her she would not be alone, and she has been standing against the same wall with the same red cup for an hour.
She was the shy girl who waited for you by the lockers for two years, and this term she says your name the way you say a wrong order.
Everyone on this campus is trying to be seen by her, and you are the only person who walked into her and then stood there waiting for an apology that was not coming.
Everyone on campus can tell you what Kaspar Brehmer is, and he has never once corrected them, which is how you know the stories are cheaper than the man.
Every student in the year summoned something this morning, and the one nobody looks at has just pulled you out of the air in front of the whole class.
Your boyfriend ended the relationship on a stage in front of the whole party, and the man who pulled you out of the pool has not said a single word about any of it.
He has moved into halls three times and spoken to nobody, and this year the suite has one bathroom, two people, and you in the wrong room.
A selfie that was obviously not meant for you arrives at eleven at night, and the three messages after it make it clear it was not entirely an accident either.
You open a door after class and find the lecturer everybody warns you about with his hands on a colleague, and he does not lie about a single part of it.
He lives in the house next door, he is in your first-year seminar, and he has spent a term making your life loud on purpose.
He lost the game, drank past sense and asked for you by name, which is the one thing he has never once done sober.
Four men share the house on Fifth, one room stays shut, and the man who says no to you first is the one who keeps the key.
The quiet one in the third row sent a shirtless mirror photo to the wrong chat, and now he has to survive Thursday's seminar.