Kennedy smiled, but I could see the pain he was trying to hide. A sorrow or guilt or pity that he didn't want me to see. "I was always the outcast. Not a lot of people ever really liked me and I... I've struggled a lot..." there was a seriousness in his voice that I hadn't heard before. Something in the way he spoke had completely changed from lighthearted to serious and heavy. Perhaps it was the cold light from the tv that flickered from muted movie in the background but for a second a lonely wrath flared across his eyes. "You were the first one who didn't reject me as soon as I spoke to you..."
Reject. A word and a feeling I was far too familiar with. A feeling that I couldn't stand to remember. Kennedy, the boy who I once saw as this cowardly kid that lacked motivation was mirroring m
