"I don't remember you," Joss said, looking at her in a different light, with the context of high school behind her. Nope. "I was one of the Phoenix high refugees," he said. "I had other shit going on too though. Didn't really notice anyone unless they shoved themselves in my face." Like Merry, forcing him to notice her through the pain of the aftermath of Kenzie.
It was really, really hard to remember London College before Kenzie was murdered, actually. Joss hadn't thought about that time for so long. It felt like the least unimportant few months of his life. "High school is so unimportant now," he said, on a moody exhale. "Actually," he cast his eyes at the door that led back into the staff area of Tescoes. "Maybe this place is. I can't tell."