Eli, Jonathan, What’s His Name, Casey, and Jatin
That September, I returned to Trinity Waller Prep as a junior. The campus and buildings were right off the front of a college brochure, all lush green courtyards and brick facades outside, and inside big wooden desks and old, bound books one could smell just walking the hallways. Every boy who went there had to sign up for at least one sport per semester. I had a feeling it was to give two hundred horny teenagers something to do other than masturbate when not in class.
My very first day back, it seemed as if fate had good things in store for me, just as Bette had predicted the morning I’d returned from camp in an overly emotional state.
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“I met the love of my life, and he’s gone!” I’d run straight into Bette’s arms upon entering t
