twenty five
Cameron and I won't talk to each other.
Keeley and Jordan are the middle men - and women, I guess - who are forced to communicate between us because neither of us are willing to fess up our pride to admit they've done wrong. I know it's immature and that I should just be the better person, but I don't want to be the better person.
What's so bad that he can't tell me? I guess I'll never know, until Cameron decides to involve me with his secrets. Things can get pretty difficult at lunch when Keeley and Jordan have to talk to us each separately, but biology lessons are the most awkward.
Charity hates me, if possible, even more than before. She refuses to even look at me, and when I do catch her eye she gives me a look of contempt that suggests I'm a strange piece of filth that
