Quincy's pov

I took the paper and turned it in. I went back over to Zach still wondering why I thought his laugh was cute. Is it possible I've always liked him and never realized it? I'm pretty sure underneath all the scars, pale face and bruises there's a great person. He seems nice.

We sat there in silence until he handed me a slip of paper. This is what it said;

514-233-4563

You're the only one that seems to talk to me.

Wow, I was heartbroken. I also had so many questions. What's going on at home? Is he ok? What are his parents like? 

I looked up at him

Z: please.

Then the bell rang. He left, I tried to catch up but I missed him by a few seconds.

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