anymore. Threatened his life, even. Youâre wrong. That kind of thing
can
be stopped. And it
should
be stopped.â
Ren got quiet. He looked around to see if anybody else on the team was listening, then leaned in.
âDude, donât you have enough to do already? Youâre already in, like, six clubs already. Youâve got football now, baseball in the spring. Youâre on track to be valedictorian. You go starting a new club, you wonât have time to study. Youâll blow it all ⦠why? Just because some perverts are getting picked on? Not worth it, dude.â
Ren punched me on the shoulder before grabbing his backpack and leaving. I donât know why I bothered trying to talk to him about it. At least it showed me that I had a lot of work ahead of me. And there was one bright spot: trying to explain it to the rest of the school could never be as hard as trying to explain it to Jon Renquist.
â â â â â
Cory met me outside the locker room. She threw me a toothy smile and handed me a mango smoothie, like she did every day after practice.
âYouâre the best,â I said. I downed half the cup immediately.
Cory linked her arm with mine, and we walked down the halls. âAre you feeling better?â
âNot really. I canât stop thinking about Jamie.â
âWould you like to come with me to church on Sunday? You could talk to Father Erikson. I always talk to him when Iâm sad or confused.â
I didnât want to offend her, but religion was never really my thing. âThanks, but thatâs okay. I was doing some research online last night, and I think I know one thing that might make me feel better. Do you think the office is still open?â
âI doubt it. School got out an hour ago. Why?â
âI need to get the paperwork to start a new club.â
Coryâs eyes lit up. âOh, that sounds fun. What kind of club?â
I explained to her about the GSA I wanted to start in Jamieâs memory. She smiled and nodded.
âThatâll be a lot of work,â she said. âAre you sure youâll have time for it? What about your grades?â
Ugh. Something was wrong with the world when my girlfriend was asking the same questions as Ren.
âIâll
make
time for it. This is really important to me. I feel like I should have been there for Jamie. I feel like I let him down.â
Cory drew me close and kissed me hard. She pulled back slowly so that only our foreheads were touching. She looked me right in the eye.
âI bet you anything that if you could ask him, Jamie would say you never let him down. Iâm sorry that, for whatever reason, he didnât think he could tell you about everything that was going on. But it wasnât your fault. You were such a good friend to him.â
I really wanted to believe that. Some nights, I stared at the ceiling and got mad at Jamie. It seemed so selfish for him to kill himself and not even give me the chance to help him. But then I turned it around and got mad at whoever made him feel like his life wasnât worth anything. Like suicide was the only way out. I didnât know what Iâd do if I ever found out who did that to him.
âLetâs go,â I said. âI can stop by the office in the morning. First thing tomorrow, we lay the groundwork for Southsideâs new GSA.â
Coryâs lips pulled back. It looked like she was smiling, but I couldnât really tell. If I didnât know better, Iâd have thought she was biting her tongue.
âSure,â she said. âTomorrow.â
I
couldnât help it. I laughed out loud. Mr. Olson gave me his dirtiest look ever. And heâd given me plenty since school started. From the minute I walked into his class, his looks told me exactly what he thought of me. When Ma looked at my clothes, she just hated that they werenât her style. When Olson looked at me, his eyes