Leo dragged a very annoyingly sluggish Becky down the hallway and into the janitor’s closet.
“What are you doing?” Becky squeaked, almost tripping over the mop bucket.
Leo ruffled his hair hard enough to make it stand. “There’s something I don’t understand. Why is everyone so freaking freaked out about the photo of me and Amara?”
Becky blinked at him like he just asked what one plus one was. “Tgey think you’re siblings. Step-siblings at least.”
Leo froze. “What?”
“Hell no, we’re not!” he snapped, rubbing his temples. “You didn’t know that?”
“I do,” Becky said, frowning. “And so does Tasha. But she only knows because she used to be friends with Amara. The rest of the school doesn’t. You didn’t know that?”
“f**k no!” he hissed, dragging both hands through his hair again. “How would I
