I was unsure of what had gotten into me, but I know one thing was certain, I hated how they were treating Thalia.
At that moment, I just had to stop anyone from taking any pictures or videos or even staring at her for too long while covered in paint. It was like my body had somehow turned on autopilot and I watched from the sides as I wreaked havoc on anyone that dared make Thalia feel bad.
While we were walking in the hallway to the girl’s locker room, I realized me being topless wasn’t really a good idea because more people were staring, but then again, I had only done it because I wanted to cover her up. I didn’t think of anything else - anything else but her wellbeing.
Like I said… what the actual f**k has gotten into me?
When we reached the front of the door leading to the loc
