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Kenny
Didn’t someone say senior year was supposed to be the time of a high schooler’s life? It got easier, they’d always told him.
Lies. Kenny scribbled the last of his algebra notes, writing down their homework assignment for the weekend, just as the final bell rang. To his right, Diego Reyes rested his head on his desk, making of mockery of the fact that he was even in this class. Kenny kicked Diego’s desk, jerking the tall boy upright.
A year ago, Kenny might have given Diego grief for being the ultimate nerd, but then he’d learned what it felt like to have a label plastered across his forehead for the world to see. Now, when he looked at the guy, all he saw was the asshole Kenneth Montgomery once was.
It had taken a month this year for Diego to even meet his eyes. Kenny hadn’t a
