Part of him probably rejected the thought of going to college because he’d always suspected Ronnie wouldn’t go, and Court didn’t want anything to come between them. So far, nothing had.
Now, this.
“Just fill it out,” Ronnie told him. “I put down Communications but Mr. Horne said I could change it later if I wanted, once I get there.”
Mr. Horne—Ronnie’s guidance counselor. He would’ve seen Ronnie’s grades. He’d know how Ronnie struggled in school. Cautiously, Court asked, “How do you know you’re going?”
But Ronnie really was running late. As he backed into the crowd, he called out, “I just am, okay? So are you. See you in Algebra.”
And he was gone.
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