I get the feeling if she had been my best friend instead of Grace during the “Zoey the ho” situation, Kasey would have ignored the stares, slut coughs, and open hostility from the football players. Even though she is literally invisible to most social sectors, Kasey is unafraid of the lunch room. Kasey chatters as we walk over and take our places in line. Ordinarily I wouldn’t even have enough cash on me to buy lunch, but I still have the twenty that Carter left me Thursday, so I guess I can use that. I also don’t have my lunch, which means I’ll have to buy. All the people I spend all day not interacting with gathered together in one place. The cafeteria buzzes with energy and conversation. I think up excuses the whole way there, but since I don’t spit any of them out, I walk through the open doors and into the mouth of hell. With many reservations and heavy, reluctant steps, I follow Kasey to the cafeteria.
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