#Chapter 173: What Are You Wearing?

The morning of the fight, Angela knocks on my bedroom door. She smiles when I open it, and I pull her into a quick hug. It’s good to see her, though I’m always a little surprised when she makes time for me. Is this what it feels like to have a friend? “I want to show you my support,” Angela says. “The rumors have been vicious lately.” For sure. Debbie has been texting me the worst of them. It seems like most of the campus is against me, and sees Wyatt as the true champion for being so merciful to teach me a lesson. That lying bag of dicks. I invite Angela inside and she comes over to my closet. “What are you going to wear?” I look down at my shorts and tank top. “No good?” Angela tilts her head as she studies me. “No. That shirt is too loose. He’ll grab the back of it and then you’ll be stuck. What else do you have?” Together, we go through my closet and decided on a pair of biking shorts, and a more form-fitting tank that hugs close to me, like a second-skin. As I go into the