Chapter 12October 7th
“We lost,” I said, balancing my cell phone between my shoulder and my head, hands occupied by typing furiously away at a write-up for psychology due the next morning. I was angry at having not been there to hear the outcome of the hearing, angry that it hadn’t been in our favor, angry that on top of it all I had homework to do. I’d only been home for an hour, but already I felt the pressure of being the prosecution’s star witness. What if I messed it up?
All I heard on Brandon’s end was a sigh of discontent. “Hello, Corey,” he said brightly after a short pause. “Please tell me you’re not writing a scathing e-mail to the judge telling him what a moron he is for believing that crackpot story.”
The idea was appealing once he’d planted it in my head, but I pushed it as
