Chapter 7
Drew, October 1988
Sophomore year was off to a great start for me. I found my place with the art kids and the art teacher had taken a shining to me. I actually made some new friends, which was good considering Wes worked practically every free moment when not in school. I’d usually meet him in the alley after his shifts and we’d walk home together after a brief make out session.
While we did get to spend time with each other on the bus, we couldn’t touch like we wanted to. I usually helped him with his homework to tamp down the desire to snuggle into his side. Many of his assignments were things we’d learned in eighth grade, but that he still hadn’t caught on to.
He was working late tonight, and I was absorbed in writing a paper for my English class on The Scarlet Letter. The
