Cody plays football but he’s not the quarterback or anything: he’s PK and he’s got a little pothead chin scruff as a badge of outsider status. He is tall, though. And he drives a truck.
Cody wants to be a pilot if he can’t go pro (his left knee shunted him out of soccer). He can play that Plain White T’s song on his guitar but suspects he’ll have to learn a couple more before college. He’s in AP History and he likes the word “cuneiform.”
Cody always liked Annamarie, even when she used to knock him in the playground dirt.