“I’d better get home,” I say reluctantly. The room is smoky and my eyes are stinging. “My mom gets up at six.” Parker stands up and stretches. “I’ll drive you.” Leo folds up the sign, careful not to smudge the still tacky paint. “How about Dante and I go? We can hang the sign, and then I’ll run her home.” “Cheers,” Jamie says. “Parker and I should hit the sack. We both have to work in the morning.” He yawns. “Flipping pancakes.” It is weird driving through the empty streets with Leo, and even weirder pulling up to GRSS in the middle of the night. Dark, quiet and oddly unfamiliar. “So this is where you spend your days,” Leo says. I nod. “This is it.” “And?” “It’s boring. Really boring.” I can’t quite meet his eyes. Parker’s right: He makes too much eye contact. There’s something about the way he holds my gaze that makes it hard to breathe. “Where did you go to school?” I ask, pushing my feet against the floor of the car. There’s a long silence.
