Chapter 6
Wes, September 1987
Drew’s fingers were in my hair, massaging my scalp. I was on the verge of falling asleep from the soothing, repetitive motion. We were sprawled out on my bed after a disappointing first week of high school. After a whole year of being in all the same classes, ninth grade meant being separated from Drew.
He was registered for all the advanced college prep classes, while I was stuck in mostly remedials. No longer would I be able to rely on him as a partner for any class assignments to get a good grade. If I’d ask, no doubt Drew would tutor me and help me with my homework, but he would probably get bored with all the easy (at least for him) assignments given in my classes.
“I have to work late tonight,” I yawned and leaned into his hand. He was sitting with h
