Diego was disappointed. He was also downright annoyed. His status in school was pretty dang low due to most people in general knowing his taste. He was especially pissed because nobody was supposed to fuckin know. I mean, he neevr really bothered anyone and always try to help, so would some asshole go and spread it around at school.
"That's like applying for a job and they telling you they won't hire you because you don't have any experience, despite the fact you're applying for the job to get experience in the first place, Mom," Diego pointed out in an exaseperated tone. "No girl is gonna wanna go out with me because some asshole spread info on what I do," he said as he raised his eyebrow.
He sighed before sulking back in his chair. "It's hard to be confident when everyone looks at you like that," he said, remembering their looks. Granted, no one made fun of him for it since he punched the quarterback for doing so. Diego may be a dork, but he had alot of passion when something motivated him.