Lancaster looks at me and then Brody, changing two lockers down from me. “What the hell’s up with you two?” Lancaster asks, pulling on his Burberry Polo shirt. “Was I that drunk on Friday night that I totally missed you guys hating each other?” I want to tell him that this has been going on for weeks, but Lancaster’s not the brightest bulb and he doesn’t notice stuff like that. “Everything’s fine,” I lie. “Then how come you two won’t say boo to each other?” Brody and I exchange glances. Neither of us answers. Lancaster comes over and slaps me on the back, grabs Brody, and tries to pull all of us together. “C’mere you two, stop being such babies. Tell Uncle Tony what’s the matter.” “Let go,” Brody says and peels Lancaster’s hand off his back. He turns back to his locker and continues changing in silence. Lancaster raises his eyebrows and whistles softly. “That bad, huh?” I shrug. “So—did you ever hook up with that Adrianna chick?” He makes a face.
