I spend the whole morning completely keyed up, waiting to see him, but he never shows. As soon as the bell rings, and I know he’s not going to be there, my heart drops into my shoes and stays put for the rest of the morning. At lunch, I take my place at my usual table with Adrianna and her friend Chelsey. “So what happened?” Adrianna asks as soon as I set my tray down. For a moment, I think she’s talking about the weekend, and my heart starts to beat fast. “What do you mean?” “I mean this morning. With Cam. Everyone’s talking about it.” She takes a packet of ketchup and squirts it onto her veggie burger. “They are?” I open my strawberry yogurt and stir it. It looks disgusting. I’m not hungry at all, but I force myself to take a spoonful. Chelsey nods. “They’re saying he pretty much kicked Lancaster’s ass.” “Wait.” I shake my head. “You mean Brody, right?” “Brody kicked Lancaster’s ass?” Chelsey asks, confused. Then she shakes her head and leans forward over the table.
