Hint

Walking into class, you'd think the novelty would have worn off by now, but the way everyone's head snapped in our direction told me I was still the main exhibit at the zoo, and I was getting really tired of being on display. 

I was just trying to get to my desk, to sink into the comfortable anonymity of being a guy with a book, when a shoulder slammed into mine, hard enough to make me stumble.

It was Ronnie, of course, because my life couldn't just be normal for five consecutive minutes. He stood there with his chest puffed out and that classic, generic bully smirk on his face, clearly expecting me to flinch or apologize.

A week ago, I would have. I would have mumbled a sorry and scurried away, my face burning.