It was over, whether he wanted to admit it or not. I didn’t bother telling him. I just wore a new T-shirt I had made. It was the one time Jenna was excited to go with me to get one of my horrible—her word—T-shirts. She even paid for it.I walked into school and to my locker like any other morning. Jaden was waiting for me, his back against the locker door.“Hey, Wills.”“For the last damn time, don’t call me that!” I shouted.“Whoa, watch how you talk to me. What’s up your butt anyway?”“Nothing. Move. You’re blocking my locker.”Jaden stepped aside. I opened my locker, got the books I needed, and threw in those I didn’t. Slamming the door shut, I walked away. Jaden caught up with me and grabbed my arm. My books scattered across the floor. Everyone around us stopped and stared.Tim knelt to help me pick up my books. Jaden kicked them across the hall. “She can do it herself,” he said through clenched teeth.Tim ignored him and picked up my things anyway. He carried them into class for me.
