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set of hands gathering up my books and papers that I
can’t quite reach.
    “Are you okay?” a deep voice asks startling me. I don’t
notice who the helpful stranger is until I look up and see that everyone in the
hallway has stopped what they are doing. The noise level is eerily silent.
Loudly silent, if that’s even a thing. They are all looking at me even more
than they were before. Once my brain registers who’s standing in front of me, I
know that they aren’t looking at me after all. They are watching him with
curious eyes, waiting to see what he is planning to do.
    “I’m fine,” I whisper snatching the stack of books from his
outstretched hands. “Thanks.” I wasn’t trying to hide the venomous tone in my
voice. Graham throws his hands in front of him in obvious retreat.
    A whole nine days went by before Graham had the nerve to ask
me anything and his first thing he chooses to say is “Are you okay?” Of course
I’m not okay. I was ran over by a boy I went to high school with who has never
spoken more than twenty words to me since freshman year and I was naïve enough
to think that he owed me something.
    Like I said before…pathetic!
     
     

 
     
     
    Chapter Ten
     
    -Graham-
     
    I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone as infuriated as
Kennedy in this moment. Anyone who was close enough to see her face the moment
she realized that I was the one who was helping her could see the fury in her
eyes. She would have been happier if the devil himself assisted her in her time
of need. It was that look in her eyes. They are usually this crazy shade of
blue, but when she glared up at me from beneath those long eyelashes they
turned a dark smoldering grey. You could see the storm brewing. I have never
seen someone’s eyes change color like hers did. Add that to the long list of
things that I don’t understand about this girl.
    I hand her the books and she yanks them from my grasp. She
claims she is fine, but I can tell she is lying. “Kennedy, I think we should
talk,” I whisper to ensure no one hears what I’m saying. It appears that we
have drawn an audience.
    She stands up as I hand her the crutches that have fallen to
the floor next to her feet. She gladly takes them with an enthusiasm that is
slightly insulting. They are her only way away from me after all, like she’d
refuse them. “You know what? I don’t think we do. Forget it ever happened. You
don’t owe me anything, Graham,” Kennedy snaps. I see the roll of her eyes and I
have to stop myself from laughing. Her reaction to me is adorable.
    Why won’t she talk to me? If she hates me this badly then why
did she do what she did? Kennedy could have easily told the cops everything
about the events of that night. I couldn’t help but be more curious about her
because of her silence. I have never done anything for her. I’m not this nice
guy who walks around holier than thou. I’m a dick and everyone knows it. They
all just choose to excuse my behavior because of who my family is and how well
I play ball. It aggravates me how she blatantly is disgusted by me. She is the
one that told me to leave her there on the side of the road that night.  I was
ready to seal my fate before she had to step in and change it all. 
    “Whatever Kennedy, if you don’t want to talk to me that is
perfectly fine with me,” I snap back at her a little too loudly. I know right
away that the rumors are already rearing their ugly heads. Kennedy’s eyes are
wide as she looks up at me. A group of girls that Amanda’s always hanging
around with have their beady eyes narrowed in on us. Clearly confused as to why
Kennedy and I are having a heated conversation in a rather dull whisper. We
have no reason to be talking according to the order of things around here. They
are wrong. Kennedy and I have plenty to talk about. At some point Kennedy would
have to believe that as much as I do.
    Kennedy’s eyes gloss over when she looks up at me. Her eyes
are welling up with