Chapter 6. Bipolar

Until I was exhausted and I would have thrown it away when someone parked in front of me. On the other side was a Black SUV. My chest immediately throbbed because I knew who it was.

Clinton was there. Wearing a black V-neck shirt and black jeans. His thick brows furrowed.

I immediately turned away and turned around. I was still embarrassed to face him because of what I had done at the bar. When I shouted and pushed Berna.

If I had done that because I knew she was pretending. I know every woman’s movement and thought and I know she’s fake. Clinton is really the only one I can’t read. When I turned around, I didn’t look at him anymore.

I don’t want to think about anything now. I go to the back part of the school where the view is beautiful, near the soccer field.

From here in the grandstand, I could see the whole school because I was on the high side. The wind was blowing my hair and I could only hear the birds chirping.

I sat on the wooden floor an