Chapter 17Early the next morning, Charlie was hanging her jacket in her locker at school when someone grabbed her arm from behind. Her heart rate shot to a million beats a minute as she spun, wondering who was grabbing her this time. Gantry Gulick? Devon Sharpe? Nolan Elliot?
Try Alex Chang. "Charlotte!" He was breathless when he said it.
At a glance, Charlie could tell he was in rough shape. He had a wilder look on his face than usual, wild to the point of hysterical. His skin was flushed, his nostrils flared, his eyes popping out of his skull. The orange and turquoise striped sweater he wore was inside-out and backwards, with its white neck tag hanging at the base of his throat.
"What is it, Alex?" As she said it, Charlie looked around for Gantry or Devon. At the moment, th
