CHAPTER 9

I stare dumb founded, my mouth hung open unattractively. Brody Baxter is in front of me, inches away. The Brody Baxter. Brody transferred to Heywood High a year ago after moving from down South. The first week he started, he became immediately sucked in with the populars. From the word go, Brody was an instant hit with every pupil and every teacher. He made them laugh until their sides hurt, standing back proudly with a smirk on his face. He never failed to receive anything below an A...