Just One Reason
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Just as I was about to turn around and go inside, I saw another guy walk up to Wyatt and say something to him. Whatever it was, it made Wyatt immediately tense up. I could see it from here, the way his fists clenched and he squared his shoulders. The other guy was almost as tall as Wyatt with a blond crew cut, and he nodded over in my direction as he continued talking to Wyatt. I went inside, not wanting them to notice me watching, but not before I saw Wyatt shove the guy back and walk away, rubbing the back of his neck.
I was supposed to be listening to Professor Hamilton’s lecture in my Social Psychology class and taking notes like the good student I was, but instead I was chewing on the end of my pen and staring out the window. The scene I had witnessed before class kept replaying through my mind, and I wasn’t sure what to make of it. It was clear Wyatt had known the guy who was talking to him, and it was also clear whatever he was saying was about me. I couldn’t imagine what hecould have possibly said about me, but I did know whatever it was, Wyatt didn’t like it.