“Huh?” I said, snapping out of my thoughts. Camille had been going on and on for what seemed like an hour now. We were sitting at our regular table in the cafeteria. Camille had started talking right after the bell had rung, and she hadn’t shut up since. I glanced down at my watch. It actually had been only twenty minutes. But my mind definitely wasn’t on her drama right now. Granted, I understood that she was going through some things, but so was I. My dad hadn’t come home last night, which was pretty major. When I’d asked my mom if he was out of town—the only time he spent the night away from home—she’d simply run into her room crying. My home life was so miserable. And Camille was going on and on about Xavier. “ . . . I mean, I know why he was mad about the kiss, so I’ll give him that, but he didn’t have to go talking like I could never measure up to Beyoncé.” “Yeah,” I mumbled halfheartedly. “What is wrong with you?” Camille finally asked. “I’m sorry, I’m just kinda out of it,”
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