"This school was society, Veronica. And we made an example out of it."
I know I said it was wrong, killing people. But I also said that I can't help myself around JD.
So it wasn't any surprise that when Westerburg blew, I was with him, watching from the football field, a cigarette in my hands, watching as the people I knew for most of my life became burnt pieces of charcoal.
And JD stood, arm clutching his stomach, laughing his head off.
And I laughed along with him.