But what was I to do about it? Be the bigger man?
Yep, that seemed about right. Heck, even my ego liked that idea.
Not Craig, though. Not even close.
* * * *
I waited until the next day at school, when he met me for lunch. Thankfully, he kept to our daily routine. I cornered him outside by the swings. It was quiet out there. We were alone. Mainly because most high schoolers don’t hang out by the swings.
“I’m sorry,” I said, right off the bat.
“For?”
I pursed my lips. I scrunched my hands up into tight, little fists. “For being a jerk. For, um, being, you know, sort of wrong.”
“Sort of?”
I paused. I breathed. “You’re just as much a hero as I am, Craig.”
He smiled. Again, it seemed mean looking. It wasn’t the smile I’d easily grown to love. “Yep,” he replied. “Which is why I took the job with the senator when I got home yesterday. I start right after graduation. Special attaché.”