All over school there are these certain places that are, like, reserved for certain people. You’re not supposed to cross certain lines. It’s this unwritten law like gravity or something. Like, in the basement near the north exit, there’s this boiler room where certain people will, like, go for, like, one reason. I’d never been there ever in my life.
Jordan: Why are you like this?
Angela: Like what?
Jordan: Like how you are.