AVERY had meant to tell Jamie, she really had. But in the flurry of the morning, she just hadn’t got a chance to tell him about what had happened, to warn him that there might already be a story of a girl playing soccer at midnight floating around school. God knew rumours made their way around this school like anything.
The twins had been extra demanding that morning, almost like they knew Avery hadn’t gotten any sleep—or Jamie either, judging from the smudges under his eyes. Though, to be fair, those were usually there nowadays.
Avery kept sending glances to Jamie, but he hadn’t noticed, and so he left for school. And so did she. And then, when she arrived, to her locker, Jamie was waiting there.
“You seemed worried this morning,” he asked, his voice low when she reached. “What’s wrong
