Payton sits in the back of the classroom, head down. The reflections of the desks, the chairs, the ceiling, and lights extend down through the linoleum floor. She wishes she could go down there, if only for a little. The other world. She’d be safe there. Anywhere but here. Fucking third period Chemistry. His free period. Jordan has shattered her heart; he’s out on the field with his friends, probably smoking weed and laughing about her foolishness. She already misses him. She is stuck in here, listening to Mr. Deifik prattle on about atoms and bonds. Bonds? Her one bond is lost: he’s getting high and enjoying his freedom. She sighs and opens her notebook to begin the “Do Now” activity as the students stream in. Fuck Niels Bohr, fuck Mr. Deifik, fuck all of it.
Mr. Deifik settles into his routine. God, another dad joke. Kill me now, she thinks. She smiles.
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