While I do love Grace, we really don’t have that much in common. I love Grace, but I feel like Kasey might be more on my level in regards to certain things. This is a lot of betting I’m doing on someone I barely know, but she just has a very strong presence, and I really dig it. I bet she would have sat there with me, completely unmoved by the nonsense all around, and I bet she never would have let me flee the lunch room in the first place. I get the feeling if she had been my best friend instead of Grace during the “Zoey the ho” situation, Kasey would have ignored the stares, slut coughs, and open hostility from the football players. Even though she is literally invisible to most social sectors, Kasey is unafraid of the lunch room. Kasey chatters as we walk over and take our places in line. Ordinarily I wouldn’t even have enough cash on me to buy lunch, but I still have the twenty that Carter left me Thursday, so I guess I can use that. I also don’t have my lunch, which means I’ll have to buy. All the people I spend all day not interacting with gathered together in one place. The cafeteria buzzes with energy and conversation. I think up excuses the whole way there, but since I don’t spit any of them out, I walk through the open doors and into the mouth of hell. With many reservations and heavy, reluctant steps, I follow Kasey to the cafeteria.
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