Title: Woodbridge Academy.
I first met Matt Humphrey on a subway train one cold night in January. That was the first time we actually had a conversation, anyway.
We'd been attending the same elite all-boys boarding school just outside D.C. for over three years, and not once had we exchanged a single word. Not even a polite nod in the hallway.
And yet, we only had about 200 guys at Woodbridge Academy, so you'd think our paths would've crossed. But somehow, Matt and I existed in parallel universes.
It wasn't that he was popular and I wasn't. With a student body that small, cliques didn’t really rule the halls like they do in most schools.
Everyone sort of coexisted, played on the same teams, and ate the same questionable cafeteria food. But that doesn’t mean there weren’t differen
