I couldn’t help but ask, “What about summer school?”
“I couldn’t care less about school right now.”
“But—”
“Just leave it, Belly.” Then he walked out of the kitchen, opened the sliding door, and went outside.
Conversation over.
chapter twenty-six
JEREMIAH
My whole life I’ve looked up to Conrad. He’s always been smarter, faster—just better. The thing is, I never really begrudged him that. He was just Conrad. He couldn’t help being good at things. He couldn’t help that he never lost in Uno or races or grades. Maybe part of me needed that, someone to look up to. My big brother, the guy who couldn’t lose.
But there was this time, when I was thirteen. We were wrestling around in the living room, had been for half an hour. My dad was always trying to get us to wrestle. He’d been on the w
