“As soon as I got to P.E., I didn’t even bother to give Mr. Gorman an excuse for why I couldn’t participate (it was volleyball, like I was so sad to miss that). I just headed straight up to the bleachers. I’d brought a book with me, one I’d snagged from Aaron’s room a couple of days before. It was a Mike Lupica book he’d read when he was my age, and so far it was pretty good. Actually, I was so into the book that it took me a while to realize I wasn’t alone on the bleachers. Noah Gorman was ...there too. Standing just in front of me, eyeing me carefully. “What are you doing here?” I asked him, lowering my book. “I don’t want any trouble.” But Noah didn’t punch me or spit on me or yell at me or any of the other things I thought he might do. Instead, he sat down on the bleachers. One level below me. “I don’t want any trouble, either,” he said. Whatever. I guess I was getting pretty into the book again.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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