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in a constant state of displeasure… He looks more like the type who would
punch you for saying hello, not spray-painting song lyrics on school walls.
His stare suddenly rises, and he looks up. I follow his gaze.
Trey is walking this way, saying something to Principal Burrowes as he
passes by, and New Guy watches them.
“Is he new?” Lyla asks across from me, and I see her taking in the new
guy. “He’s not bad looking at all. What’s his name?”
“Masen Laurent,” Ten answers.
I can’t help it. I say the name in my head, letting it roll across my mind.
So that’s the name he was trying to keep his friend from telling me at the
warehouse?
“He was in my Physics class this morning,” Ten explains.
“He was in my first period, too,” I add, turning the textbook page and
jotting down the next problem. “He didn’t speak.”
“What do you know about him?” Lyla asks.
I shrug, not looking up. “Nothing. Don’t care.”
Trey and J.D. sit down, one on each side of Lyla, and begin digging into
their sandwiches.
“Hey, babe.” Trey presses a fry to my closed mouth. I grab it and fling it
over my shoulder, hearing him and J.D. laugh, while I continue my
homework.
“I don’t think he’s said anything to anyone,” Ten says. “Mr. Kline asked
him a question in Physics, and he just sat there.”
“Who?” J.D. asks.
“Masen Laurent.” Ten gestures to the new kid behind us. “He just
started today.”
“I wonder how he’s getting in at night,” Lyla says in a low voice.