Levi nodded his head, making an abrupt turn when heâd noticed the sign to get downtown a moment too late. âYeah, I canât imagine there are assholes in the library,â he shook his head, slowing down his speed when they got stuck behind an old pick up truck. He sighed, memories of his father commenting on his road rage coming back to him as he tapped anxiously on the steering wheel. âDo you like it here? Or canât wait to get the fuck out?â
Kennedy scoffed bitterly, shook her head. "You know, you're actually the first person to ask me that." She bent over her lap, the seat belt folding her body in two, and reached for her backpack, which she'd slung onto the floor before climbing in herself. As her fingers toyed with a loose thread near the zipper, she said with a dizzying sensation of relief, "I hate everything about this place. It's been freezing every single day since I got here and my lips are always fucking chapped because of it. Carmex ought to present me with an award for customer loyalty or something." She'd wound the string around her middle finger until the tip was the color of a fresh bruise.Â











