Armando was close now, so much so you could smell the cheap cologne and a burnt out cigarette. It was almost blasphemy that a kid such as him made it into Nallen Academy, a place for the top ranked academic kids in the nation, or at the very least one of them. Even if he did smell like shit, he was smart. The gold grill, the tattoos, and the accent might of thrown some people off, but no, I knew he was only a few ranks below me when it came to academics.