Now that’s service. Tons of people milled around outside, radiating an air of excitement. In the mob, I recognized Devon. Tapping him on the shoulder, I asked, “What’s up?” “Word is, Wade’s coming back today.” “Is he doing any better?” I had mixed feelings, considering how peaceful life had been since he went to county. Still, it wasn’t his fault that Wedderburn twisted him, amping up his worst traits. “No idea. But his fangirls are out in force.” True, now that he’d pointed it out, I noticed that by percentage, girls dominated the crowd hanging around out front, probably freshmen and sophomores. They bounced on the balls of their feet and monitored the parking lot like a boy band was about to roll up any minute. Shaking my head, I squeezed through and went inside. Devon came after me a few minutes later. He found me rummaging my locker. “Lose something?” “Only my mind.” “Funny.” “I can’t find my English essay. To be honest, I can’t even remember if I wrote it.”
