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"Now." Her voice quieted. "Tell me about Race Ryerson."
"Why?" It hurt to talk.
"Because I want to know something about you. I really want to talk about your brother. I really, really want to talk to you about Cross Shaw."
My gaze snapped to hers.
She held up a hand. "But I know both those topics will have you walking out of this office in two seconds flat, so give me something. Anything. The new guy looks like your ex, and he's related to your ex. You must have some feeling about that."
My nostrils flared. "Are you serious?"
"Yes and no." She held her hands toward me a moment before letting them fall back on her lap. "Tell me about him. And if not him, tell me something. I need to know something, anything, about your life."
Wha--my head was spinning. I heard her imploring tone. It sounded genuine, but this was a waste of time. I would either graduate or not. If I didn't, I'd figure it out. My brother had.
When the bell rang, I stood up. "First period's done."
"GODDAMN!"
The last class had let out for the day, and I could see Zellman and Jordan at their lockers through the crowd of students in the hall. I hadn't really talked to any of my crew during the day, not more than a few words in class or between classes. At lunch I sat with Taz outside at a table. I didn't know where Cross had been. He slipped in late to two of the classes I had with him, and he slept through the third.
Zellman grabbed his bag and stuffed it back into the locker. He slammed the door, then kicked it.
"Stay closed, motherfucker!"
Jordan laughed.
