Devon said from outside my tent. “How long we gonna play this stupid game?”I didn’t say anything.“What, you’re just going radio silent for the rest of your life? You’ll never be able to do it.”It was a week after Olivia played me her song, and I was laying in my sleeping bag, with all my clothes on, looking at the book Olivia had given me earlier in the day. The one with the story she’d told me about, “The 100% Perfect Girl.”But I was also ready to do my plan.Devon had knocked on my tent door like this every single day, at this exact time, and I never answered. He’d stand out there telling me I had to trust him and how I was his best friend and if I kept holding a grudge maybe one day he’d decide to quit coming around altogether. And I’d be totally alone. I’d have no one.But I didn’t care anymore.“Special, man,” he said, smacking my tent wall. “Dude, when you gonna grow up and deal with your problems?” He paused for a few seconds. “Maybe you’re getting corrupted by all these rich people around here.
