Bandaids Can't Fix That

A girl with a past. A boy with a name. How cliché is that?

It's junior year, stuff goes down. Just not the stuff Diego hoped for.
Instead of parties and tons of friends he gets...
Her.
The one who smells like cigarettes and rain. Wears a lot of black but not goth, just dark. She's a bit of a wallflower. Not very talkative, only has silent smiles to give to strangers passing by. But hell, if every wallflower sounded and looked like her, wallflowers would be the most glorified things in the world.