Eddie Munson does not talk to girls. Not really. Not anymore. Freshman year ruined that for him, It started with a girl who smiled at him in the hallway, Sat next to him in class, Laughed at his jokes, Touched his arm like it meant something. For a few weeks, He knew she liked him. Until she didn’t. Until she didn’t show up. Until the rumors started. Until the hallway got quieter when he walked through it. Until someone decided that embarrassing him wasn’t enough and made it physical.