Then he stood up and grabbed her hands, pulling her up. “Come on, ” he said, sounding somewhat frustrated. “You know you don’t want to be another homeless teenage runaway. That’s practically a cliche here. “

“Wait,” she replied, remembering something. “And you promise you won’t tell anyone at home that I’m here? I really can’t go back to that place…I just can’t live there anymore. Please please promise you won’t say anything,” she finished, starting to beg.

“Look,I said I won’t tell, and I won’t. That includes everyone at home. But I don’t get what was so bad about it, honestly.I loved Ashby.”

“Yeah, I’m sure it was great for you,” she said, crossing her arms over her chest to close herself away from the world. “For you,King of the Jocks,it was probably Heaven. But for the rest of us regular people, we who don’t get free rides and constant worship from the entire town, it’s nowhere near,” she explained, seeing that he didn’t understand. “You probably won’t get it any way I explain it. Why bother?”