Camden and I would ignore each other at school—no point feeding the rumors and thereby attracting attention—but after sixth period every day, I’d find a sheaf of papers in my locker: assignment sheets and xeroxed copies of the necessary book pages from Camden and his friends, covered in multicolored Post-it notes detailing what needed to be done. This meant that Camden was either eating the cost of xeroxing, or he’d managed to figure out the code to the machines in the library. I was assuming it was the latter, because otherwise the copying would’ve really been adding up, and there was no way he wouldn’t be figuring it into the “operation costs” or some other fancy business term. I’d distribute the assignments to Cat and Jonny before heading off to work, get them the next morning, and then stick everything back in Camden’s locker before school started. He’d distribute them back to his pals, and then it was just up to each of his friends to make sure they copied the assignments over in their own handwriting before handing them in.Which, of course, was my first mistake.
