Still being relatively new to the school, she still didn't fully comprehend just how wide a berth people typically gave Kevin and not just physically - emotionally, too. When it was constantly being pounded into your head that you were no good, bad, dangerous, you probably started to believe it too. She recalled the sage words Angelo spoke to her - he was right. As far as Cessily was concerned, she'd always keep inviting him out even if he rejected her invitation nine times out of ten.
Cessily flipped her ball cap around, grabbing it by the brim and giving it a swivel on her head. She wanted to Kevin see her face. "That's not true. I'm sure they just need to get to know you better," she offered. "And then they'd see that you're smart and freakishly...talented." Cess gave him a sly grin, word choice totally intended.
Speaking of the latter, she tilted her head to look at him, pausing from straightening a couple of toppled chairs. "You did?" It was obvious by her tone that the prospect of home made present excited her. Those were really the best kind of gifts to give.