Wes’ POV
“Wes…?”
Her pupils were blown, not in pleasure but in whatever cocktail was rushing through her veins. Nosebleed didn’t even take aspirin from the school nurse. I would know since in those younger years we were always in and out of the nurses, her more than me.
A klutz, I’d only pushed her the one time, and hated how the violence made me feel. But it didn’t stop her from always breaking herself. I doubt she noticed how much I volunteered to take her. I’d told myself it was because it was more fun to torment her if she was already crying, but really…
I hadn’t liked how my rejection of her had led the whole school into bullying her, partially to get me to look at them. Vying for my attention. How cool would it be to be a Mondegos friend? What status could it bring? Why don’t you get in good with Indy Mondego’s great-grandson that way he can get you a job later. Maybe he could bring my script to his parents? I have a song—