Chapter 23: Under the Bleachers

Arlo and I meet under the bleachers as planned. Instead of meeting after school, we meet in the middle of the night. He wants to show me something, whatever that means. In my humble opinion there is nothing great about bleachers. It is rumored that I was conceived under the bleachers at my mother’s university. I highly doubt it, knowing my mom she exaggerated that entire story just to make me cover my ears and embarrass me in front of my various peers.

To my peers, I must sound like a spoiled rich snobby model with the perfect ideal life. Arlo hands me a magazine and there on the cover of the magazine is a picture of Hunter and me kissing. This picture was taken about a year ago.

“When did this happen?” Arlo asks, the jealous lingering in the air next to his foggy exhale.

“This was taken a year ago. The media likes to cycle through old pictures. When would I have the time to be with Hunter again? After Halloween did you really think, I would ever return to that asshat?”

Arlo grabs