Switched Read Free

sense of duty, like he had to make sure he was strong enough to defend us against anything.
    “How is school going?” Matt asked.
    “Great. Fantastic. Amazing.”
    “Are you even going to graduate this year?” Matt had long since stopped judging my school record. A large part of him didn’t even care if I graduated high school.
    “Who knows?” I shrugged.
    Everywhere I went, kids never seemed to like me. Even before I said or did anything. I felt like I had something wrong with me, and everyone knew it. I tried getting along with the other kids, but I’d only take getting pushed for so long before I pushed back. Principals and deans were quick to expel me, but I think they sensed the same things the kids did.
    I just didn’t belong.
    “Just to warn you, Maggie’s taking it seriously,” Matt said. “She’s set on you graduating this year, from this school.”
    “Delightful,” I sighed. Matt could care less about my schooling, but my aunt Maggie was a different story. And since she was my legal guardian, her opinion mattered more. “What’s her plan?”
    “Maggie’s thinking bedtimes,” Matt informed me with a smirk. As if sending me to bed early would somehow prevent me from getting in a fight.
    “I’m almost eighteen!” I groaned. “What is she thinking?”
    “You’ve got four more months until you’re eighteen,” Matt corrected me sharply, and his hand tightened on the steering wheel. He suffered from serious delusions that I was going to run away as soon as I turned eighteen, and nothing I could say would convince him otherwise.
    “Yeah, whatever,” I waved it off. “Did you tell her she’s insane?”
    “I figured she’d hear it enough from you,” Matt grinned at me.
    “So did you find a job?” I asked tentatively, and he shook his head.
    He’d just finished an internship over the summer, working with a great architecture firm. He’d said it didn’t bother him, moving to a town without much call for a promising young architect, but I couldn’t help but feel guilty about it.
    “This is a pretty town,” I said, looking out the window.
    We approached our new house, buried on an average suburban street amongst a slew of maples and elms. It actually seemed like a boring, small town, but I’d promised I’d make the best of it. I really wanted to. I don’t think I could handle disappointing Matt anymore. 
    “So you’re really gonna try here?” Matt asked, looking over at me. We had pulled up in the driveway next to the butter colored Victorian that Maggie had bought last month.
    “I already am,” I insisted with a smile. “I’ve been talking to this Finn kid.” Sure, I’d talked to him only once, and I wouldn’t even remotely count him as a friend, but I had to tell Matt something.
    “Look at you. Making your very first friend.” Matt shut off the car and looked at me with veiled amusement.
    “Yeah, well, how many friends do you have?” I countered, and he just shook his head and got out of the car, so I quickly followed him. “That’s what I thought.”
    “I’ve had friends before. Gone to parties. Kissed a girl. The whole nine yards,” Matt said as he went through the side door into the house.
    “So you say.” I kicked off my shoes as soon as we walked in the kitchen, which was still in various stages of unpacking. After as many times as we’d moved, everyone had gotten tired of the whole process, so we tended to live mostly out of boxes. “I’ve only seen one of these alleged girls.”
    “Yeah, cause when I brought her home, you set her dress on fire! While she was wearing it!” Matt pulled off his sunglasses and looked at me severely.
    “Oh come on! That was an accident and you know it!”
    “So you say.” Matt opened the fridge.
    “Anything good in there?” I asked and hopped onto the kitchen island. “I’m famished.”
    “Probably nothing you’d like.” Matt started sifting through the contents of the fridge, but he was right.
    I was a