“Back to that now?” His tone was sharper than I’d ever heard it. “I’m sorry about Hannah. I really am. But…that blog is a direct act of rebellion. I’m not saying I don’t freaking love the idea, but everyone who decides to write in should know that there is always a risk of getting caught, or catching backlash for it.”

I smacked my hand on my thigh. “If people would just talk to each other and actually listen, not just plan a counter-argument—so much bullshit could be avoided. Being there for each other. Having some damn compassion over judgment for once. That’s what the blog is about.”

“I didn’t realize you read it religiously,” he said. “And people should know what they’re getting into up front. And Tessa is one of those people writing in. Luckily our parents are cool, but with the shitstorm surrounding it, I’d rather her not be anywhere near it. There should be a disclaimer upon entry of the site. Something that warns anyone who writes in what they’re really getting into—that there is a growing protest against it, that parents aren’t on board and neither are school officials. That writing in could have consequences, like tonight with Hannah.”

He could’ve thrown an ice-cold bucket of water over me and I’d be less shocked. Though I could see his side, it was hard through my internal raging.

“Hey,” he said as I struggled to find words. “I get the bullshit in this school, okay? I get that all over the place there are tons of people who get flack for being different—girls or boys or anyone in between. I grew up with a baby sister and I’ve seen firsthand how she catches shit for things Sean and I wouldn’t. I’ve watched Dad teach her things he never taught us. How to keep an eye on her drinks and how to get out of a hold if some creep sneaks up behind her.” He sucked in a breath. “I get it. And you’re right, the blog…whoever is behind it probably has the best intentions. And I’m sure it’s awesome to have someone who understands, too. Not everyone does.” His eyes were genuine as he reached for my hand. “I’m all for strong girls,” he said. “That’s why I like you so much.”

His words, his deep understanding, melted the rage flaming in my chest.

My heart swelled and ached, and I had so many conflicting emotions storming my body I felt too tight in my own skin.