The grin is gone, and the color has drained from his face. “Hold it together, man,” I whisper. “You can’t lose your mojo again.” Boomer swaggers in and scans the room like it’s a sold-out stadium and we’re his adoring fans. A group of his teammates slouch in the doorway, watching while he walks up and down the aisles, swinging his helmet back and forth by its chin strap. He stops in front of Dolores and slams the helmet down on her desk. Chess pieces jump off the table, as if they’re abandoning ship. “Game’s over, geeks,” he snarls. Dolores doesn’t look up. “What do you want, Boomer?” Boomer grabs a chair and flips it around backward, plunking himself onto it. He rests his elbows on the back and stares at her, hard. “You want to know what I want?” He glances at Simon, who wiggles around like someone dropped a handful of ants down his pants. “I want to know which idiot pulled the stunt that got me suspended for three days.” I keep my eyes on the chessboard.
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