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I followed him all day through other people's eyes, barely aware of my own surroundings.
Not Mike Newton's eyes, because I couldn't stand any more of his offensive fantasies, and not Jessica Stanley's, because her resentment toward Kook made me angry in a way that was not safe for the petty girl. Angela Weber was a good choice when her eyes were available; she was kind-her head was an easy place to be. And then sometimes it was the teachers who provided the best view.
I was surprised, watching him stumble through the day-tripping over cracks in the sidewalk, stray books, and, most often, his own feet-that the people I eavesdropped on thought of Kook as clumsy.
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I considered that. It was true that he often had trouble staying upright. I remembered him stumbling into the desk that first day, sliding around on the ice before the accident, falling over the low lip of the doorframe yesterday... How odd, they were right. He was clumsy. And the many different pairs of black combat style boots he wore didn't help much.
I didn't know why this was so funny to me, but I laughed out loud as I walked from American History to English and several people shot me wary looks. How had I never noticed this before? Perhaps because there was something very graceful about him in stillness, the way he held his head, the arch of his neck...
There was nothing graceful about him now. Mr. Varner watched as he caught the toe of his boot on the carpet and literally fell into his chair.
I laughed again.
The time moved with incredible sluggishness while I waited for my chance to see him with my own eyes.
Finally, the bell rang. I strode quickly to the cafeteria to secure my spot. I was one of the first there. I chose a table that was usually empty, and was sure to remain that way with me seated here.
When my family entered and saw me sitting alone in a new place, they were not surprised. Jimin must have warned them.
Rosé stalked past me without a glance.
Idiot.
Rosé and I had never had an easy relationship-I'd offended her the very first time she'd heard me speak, and it was downhill from there-but it seemed like she was even more ill-tempered than usual the last few days. I sighed. Rosé made everything about herself.
