Chapter Eleven

KYLE'S P.O.V.

I will never forget that face…

Might be a nightmare, or maybe a living terror. It wasn't silly like forgetting my pants, and everyone laughing. Not scary like when I was exposed to the world and made fun of and chased away when I was four. No, this was worse. Because it was actually happening. I was awake, and I felt as though I might die from the pain in my brain; I was standing in the middle of my new class, getting laughed at for no apparent reason that I could understand. Even the teacher’s laugh didn’t hurt me…

What did hurt me was the loud laugh that echoed painfully in my head. The reason behind the laughter and mockery. I couldn’t comprehend— there was no way my Andrew would do such a thing. But here he was; laughing proudly and fist-bumping the guy next to him. How? When he was so patient and nice to me just this morning? Something must have terribly gone wrong because Andrew was not mean.