The Bad Boy

After picking up my skateboard from the dirty tiled floor, I held it by my side and sauntered into Redwood's main building for lunch period. I walked alone in the chilly fall air. Nobody cared about anyone else in this shit town. And nobody gave a fuck about me.

Except Vera now.

Vera had barely spared me two glances over the past four years, but the way she had looked at me today when I dragged a chair over to her desk and told her to meet me later was the best fucking thing I had seen all we...