Kevin's point of view
"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." I couldn't stop. My verbal rampage was in full swing. What is wrong with me?
"Calm the hell down." Nate leaned against the table, taking a swig of water. Was that my water bottle? He tossed me my bag, my reflexes let me catch it easily. "It's not like he tried avoiding sitting next to you." He was right. He also didn't know I held the kids hand. Who does that?! It's not the 6th grade!
I had to admit, my head was hurting from my 'inner hatred'. "Why're you helping me?" I finally asked, the lunch room was empty, the kids already left to get to class.
"I think I'd rather play the fairy go