My Deskmate, My Savior
Language: en
My desk mate was the school’s golden boy. So many girls left sweet treats on his desk. During my poorest year, I stole from those piles every single day. A mini cinnamon roll today, a blueberry muffin tomorrow. When the long recess bell rang and everyone headed to the track for laps, I would slip a slice of his freshly delivered strawberry brioche into my bag, saving it for lunch. Until one day, I saw the floating comments. 【She’s been shameless since she was a kid. Stealing at this age, she’ll never amount to anything.】 【Her mom ran off with someone else, her dad is a hopeless gambler. A…