Kennedy Davis has is all figured out. By twenty five she'll have graduated from Yale with her degree in political science. By thirty she'll have married a senator and amounted mass experience and recognition as a top political figure. By thirty-five...
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Vienna and I wait outside the building as students stream outside, chatting excitedly about the events that just took place. Meanwhile I'm anxiously checking my phone, waiting for any updates.
"Look, there they are!" My head whips up to where Vienna points. Danny and Winston emerge from the building. Danny has an arm around Winston's shoulder, his head low as he talks. Winston listens with his jaw clenched. I don't see any bruises on him, but his jacket is missing, his tie is gone, his shirt wrinkled and halfway unbuttoned, and his hair a windswept mess.
Vienna and I rush to meet them halfway. "Are you okay?" Even if I didn't see any visible bruises on Winston I check anyway.
"I'm fine," he brushes off my concern, clearly still agitated.
Vienna crosses her arms and looks around. "Where's Gabriel?"
"Well a bunch of students first tried to break up the fight, but there was just too many people getting involved," Danny explains. "Then that one kid on the student council with Kennedy came back with security, and they broke up the fight before escorting Gabriel out of the building for causing a disturbance."
I try to listen to Danny as he goes into detail about what happened, but I'm barely paying attention. Instead I pull Winston off to the side so I can talk to him privately. I know he's not going to like the words that are about to come out of my mouth, but I have to say them anyway.
"You shouldn't have punched him," I say. "He was just trying to provoke you."
Winston stares at me in disbelief. "Are you fucking kidding me? This is the second time he put his hands on you and disrespected you in public. I walked away from him twice when you asked, I wasn't walking away a third time."
I try to touch his arm but he pulls away from me. I let out a frustrated sigh. "I know that, and I appreciate it, but I'm more worried about you. People were recording. What if it gets out? How is that going to look for you or your company? Your dad will be furious."
"I don't give a damn about my father!" He yells. "Whose side are you on?"
"Okay, okay, okay, you're right, I'm sorry," I quickly placate him. I attempt to touch him again, this time placing my hand on his cheek. He lets me. "Let's just skip the after party and go back to your place."
Winston closes his eyes, takes three deep breaths, and re-opens them before nodding. We make our way back over to Vienna and Danny.
