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We both dart our eyes upward and see a football flying down, coming
straight for us. We scurry back, but there’s no need. The ball slams into the
left side of Manny’s head, and he’s knocked to his right, his hand
immediately shooting to cover his ear as he winces in pain.
“Oh, shit.” Trey runs up to us, laughing. “Sorry, dude. I honestly didn’t
mean it. This time,” he adds.
I watch as Manny breathes hard, his black eyebrows wrinkled up in
pain. He brings his hand away from his ear, and I see blood. My eyes go
wide, and I suck in a breath.
Oh, my God. Is that coming from his ear or out of it? Before I can find
out, though, Manny slams his locker door shut and charges off,
disappearing into the bathroom as the bell sounds off.
“Nice going, asshole,” I scold.
“Hey, it was an accident.”
I see him cast a look at Lyla, and then I see J.D. pop up behind him as
all of the students hurry to class.
“Get in class,” J.D. tells Lyla, his jaw flexing.
“Excuse me?”
“You heard me. I’ll finish talking to you later.”
She stands there, looking angry, but I don’t stick around to watch the
outcome.
Walking past them, I head to Art, but I don’t see Masen in his seat. And
by the time the bell rings, he’s still not there.
I just saw him in the hall. How does he get to just come and go as he
likes and skip classes?
Luckily, though, Trey isn’t crashing class, either, so I make it through
the entire period getting work on Misha’s cover done and being left entirely
alone.