He’d see that Garfield had wiped us out, and that I’d done nothing. Would he know that Garfield guys were headed to major colleges? I was almost positive he would. Almost. Monday morning I stopped by Levi’s house on the way to Harding. “He left twenty minutes ago,” his father said. I turned to leave when his father reached out and grabbed my shoulder, which I didn’t like. “My daughter Rachel,” he said, motioning toward her as she stood behind him getting ready to head out the door. “Does she wear immodest clothes at school?” Rachel looked over his shoulder at me, panic in her eyes. She was wearing a baggy sweatshirt and sweatpants. I’d never once seen her at school in anything but low-cut tops and skintight jeans. “No,” I answered, and then I beat it out of there. At school I went past the coaches’ office looking to see if Levi was with Hartwell, but it was empty. I kept searching for Levi until I finally spotted him sitting by himself, his head in his hands, out in the courtyard.
