Seventy: RowynI was rushing to make it to eighth period, angry with myself for trying to time it so I didn't have to see Reed before class started, and now I was going to be late. Then Jared was calling my name from down the hall, and I stopped caring whether I was late when I saw his face. Whatever he wanted to tell me wasn't good. Jared had lost a lot of his Todd-ness since the accident. He was no long a generic high-school kid. Instead, his face held pain, more so than others, and it made him stand out in a way.
“What's wrong?” I seemed to begin a lot more conversations with this question in recent months.
“Reed… well, he's being kind of an i***t, and he won't listen to me. I know you guys are, or aren't, or whatever, but he can't drive home.”
“Why not?”
“Because he's completely bom
