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turned and left the bathroom. The thought of killing Wade remained in the back of her mind. She tried to push the thought back, knowing that she was still in the passion of the moment.
     
    She turned around the corner of the forlorn university hallway. Around the corner, Andrew was waiting for her.
     
    “Hey,” Andrew said.
     
    “Hey,” Brittany said, forcing a smile and continuing to walk.
     
    Andrew started to walk next to her. “Is everything okay?”
     
    “Yeah—I’m fine.”
     
    “He didn’t flunk you out, did he? He was pretty worked up today.”
     
    “I don’t really know.”
     
    “I’m sure that it’ll work out—once he calms down a bit.”
     
    Brittany opened the university door.
     
    Andrew hurried to keep up with the angry young girl. “I hope you don’t mind me asking, but is everything okay between you and Kane?”
     
    “I don’t really want to talk about it, Andrew.”
     
    “Okay—Okay. But if you ever want to get anything off your chest—I’m all ears. I’ve been told that I could be a therapist.”
     
    Brittany kept walking across the campus, with Andrew sticking next to her.
     
    “In high school—everyone always came to me with their relationship issues—not that you and Kane are in a relationship—or were—or—you know what I mean. It’s cool if you are. He seems cool.”
     
    Brittany stopped and sighed. “Andrew—I like you. I want you to know that.”
     
    “You do? Like—What do you mean?” Andrew asked.
     
    “I mean, you seem like a nice person, and that’s refreshing. But I feel like right now isn’t the best time to talk to me.”
     
    “What do you mean?”
     
    “I’m just kind of worked up. When I’m worked up, I sometimes say things that I don’t really mean, and I scare people away.”
     
    “I can take it—really. I handle criticism very well.”
     
    “I don’t mean about you, Andrew.”
     
    “Then what do you mean?” Andrew asked. “Just get it off of your chest—You’ll feel better.” More than anything in world, Andrew wanted to hear some confirmation that Brittany and Kane were no longer an item.
     
    Brittany sighed. “I just wish that fat bastard was dead,” Brittany said, surrendering to the temptation to let out her emotions.
     
    “Mr. Fenner?”
     
    “He’s such a lousy prick. I wish a fucking meteor would just smash through his pathetic skull.”
     
    “That’s—That’s something…”
     
    “I’m tired of being treated like some spoiled little twat. I’m sick of people thinking that the world has been handed to me on a silver platter because of who my parents are—because of the way that I look. I’m just tired of it.”
     
    “The way you look?” Andrew asked.
     
    “They say, ‘Look at that girl, getting her hair done every week, and spending hours on her makeup! It must be nice to have no problems in life like that.’ I’m sick of it—I haven’t gotten my hair done in ten years. I’ve been doing it myself since I was eleven. And so what? I spend a lot of time trying to look good. When I don’t, people walk into me on the God-damned street; I’m so invisible.
     
    “And then the moment I don’t do my hair, or my makeup, everyone thinks that I’ve just given up on life. They look at me as if I have cancer or something. Why won’t someone just tell me—is it better to look like some stripper-diva, or should I walk around looking like some zombie-ghost?”
     
    “Zombie-ghost?” Andrew asked, confused.
     
    “Look at me.”
     
    “I’m confused,” Andrew said.
     
    “About what, Andrew?” Brittany said, frustrated.
     
    “I don’t get what you mean by ‘zombie-ghost’.”
     
    “Let’s just say that I’m less than desirable without all of my makeup and my hair products.”
     
    “What the hell are you talking about? You’re beautiful.”
     
    Brittany looked up at Andrew. “Andrew, c’mon...”
     
    “You’re gorgeous. You don’t need any makeup or any hair