Chapter7:

“I don’t need a babysitter. Go back to class.” Dane’s opposite me in the waiting space outside the principal's offices, stretching out, legs across the floor between us, and lounging casually with his head back against the wall behind, as though this is no big deal. He is infuriatingly cool despite his mess of a face and his dad being in there trying to save his ass. The school nurse examined him, and it’s nothing but minor cuts and bruises, which now sports some sterile strips and seems less bad now it’s free of blood. What I thought was a burst-out piercing was instead a little cut after it broke out. His eyebrow is swelling, but his piercing is still there. I can’t believe I worried about this moron and waited with a nervous breath for him to come out and look absolutely fine. He has some bruising around his jaw and eye, but it’s barely anything compared to Greg's mess when he left. He had blood all over his collar and shirt. Dane’s bloody nose was gone after he blew it. “Your dad a