Halsey- New Americana
Dev.
"How are you so f*****g smart?" Greg asked as we walked to our first-period class. "The counselor said you have enough credits to graduate last year,"
"My dad thought I needed the senior year experience. Homecoming, Winter formal, prom, grad night, you know s**t like that," he laughed. "He also wanted me to stop fighting,"
"Hey guys," Greg greeted as we approached the group of people outside the class we were early too.
"What's up?" Dave, Marco, and his twins said in unison.
"You guys remember my cousin, Dev," he said giving me a light shove.
"Dev? What's that short for?" one of the girls asked enthusiastically. She really wanted to know. It wasn't a crazy remark like Harley's.
"Devina," I answered.
"Right on. I wish mom
