“Why is she wearing that sweatshirt?” She bitched to me. “She looks like she just got out of the homeless shelter.”
“Really Rayton?” I gave her a wtf look. “She’s wearing it because she’s xaina and she can wear whatever the hell she wants.”
“Yeah, if she’s a hobo,” she scoffed and kept on walking home. I didn’t.
I turned around and walked to xaina.
“Sammy! What the hell are you doing!?”
I rolled my eyes and fought the urge to flip her off on school grounds. “Hey xaina,” I smile. “How are you doing?”
“I’m okay,” she said.
“You know what?” I threw my arm around her shoulder. “I love your sweatshirt.”
“Uh, really? It’s my brother’s…”
“I could really use a sweatshirt like that right now, because damn it’s cold outside.”
She looked down at her shirt, “if you like it so much you can have it.”
“Oh no,” I replied. “I don’t think it’ll look good on me, but you. It’s just perfect.”
“Well thanks I guess.”
I walked the whole way home with xaina making sure to pass Rayton on the sidewalk.