Alex gaped at the solar balls bobbing under the swimming shadow. A claw-tipped hand rose from the depths.
He fixed Gwen with an even stare. “He’s here.”
“Who’s here?” Jose asked.
Alex grabbed Gwen’s arm. “Let’s go,” he said again.
Jose shoved him back. “Hands off.”
B-3 shook his head. “You do not understand. We have to go. Before it’s too late.”
Alex nodded. Their presence had triggered this. They had to leave.
A solar ball shot upward and hit B-3 full in the face. He stumbled back, bumping into the dripping freshman who was still toweling off.
“Hey!” The wet head snapped at Bartholomew with his beach towel.
The grotesque figure wading toward the edge tossed two more balls into the crowd. A few kids started to snicker.
Alex winced. Not again!
Not again!“Good one Lacey! So Hollyw
