[for Jeff]
Just because she hadn't really talked to Jeff since the whole going to Greendale thing didn't mean that Kate was pissed off. The way she figured it, she didn't exactly have a right to be pissed off. They weren't like, best friends or anything. She was pretty sure, as far as Jeff was concerned, she was just some kid who was friends with Britta and although Kate had thought maybe they were also getting to be friends, too, she realized she could be wrong.
After all, she'd sort of been wrong about Lynda.
Making friends her own age had never worked, but making friends with people who were already doing the whole adult thing hadn't really worked out for her either and it didn't surprise her that it wasn't working out here. That was just how stuff went. That was life. People had totally different ideas about each other and that was fine.
So he'd lied to her and that was fine, too. If it meant she hadn't been important enough to tell the truth to, then that was completely and totally fine. She didn't need to be important to everyone. She wasn't dwelling on it.
Humming under her breath and badly playing a Black Sabbath song on air guitar, Kate wandered through the Compound, mostly looking for something to do. There were days when everyone else had some kind of class or task that she found herself kind of bored. She was an adult, she could entertain herself, but at the moment, the only thing even remotely entertaining was her poor air guitar skills.
Turning a corner, singing snatches of lyrics under her breath, Kate found herself air guitaring right into someone's torso and she glanced up, the song dying off.
"Sorry," she said, finding Jeff there. She wasn't dwelling. Not at all.
After all, she'd sort of been wrong about Lynda.
Making friends her own age had never worked, but making friends with people who were already doing the whole adult thing hadn't really worked out for her either and it didn't surprise her that it wasn't working out here. That was just how stuff went. That was life. People had totally different ideas about each other and that was fine.
So he'd lied to her and that was fine, too. If it meant she hadn't been important enough to tell the truth to, then that was completely and totally fine. She didn't need to be important to everyone. She wasn't dwelling on it.
Humming under her breath and badly playing a Black Sabbath song on air guitar, Kate wandered through the Compound, mostly looking for something to do. There were days when everyone else had some kind of class or task that she found herself kind of bored. She was an adult, she could entertain herself, but at the moment, the only thing even remotely entertaining was her poor air guitar skills.
Turning a corner, singing snatches of lyrics under her breath, Kate found herself air guitaring right into someone's torso and she glanced up, the song dying off.
"Sorry," she said, finding Jeff there. She wasn't dwelling. Not at all.