“He knows! Goddamnit, he knows!” Dylan started yelling and throwing things around his apartment, startling me. He ran his hand through his hair, slightly pulling at the ends in frustration.
Dylan didn’t have to tell me. I already knew. After telling Dylan to catch up with Dean Barnette to see what he wanted to speak to him about, I went to my dorm to gather my things for my parent’s house then came back to Dylan’s apartment to finish packing. Dylan had been gone longer than I thought he would, but I just figured that he and the dean were having a friendly chat.
This was exactly what I didn’t want to happen. We were supposed to go to the dean together, but Dylan kept putting it off. I know why he did it. He only wanted to hold on to his teaching job for as long as he could, but we knew it
