"Hey bro, I forgot something at my locker." Mateo chucked a thumb over his shoulder as he twisted his upper body to move in the opposite direction without breaking his stride.
It was a move that caught more than many of the passes Aldo had thrown at him during their first year on the varsity football team. Seeing the move performed in the senior class hallway and not on the field had Aldo twisting his lips. That and the direction Mateo was headed.
"Bro, your locker is the other way," Aldo called after his twin"s retreating form.
But Mateo was too busy dodging bodies as though he was indeed on the football field and headed to the end zone. He made a left turn that would lead him straight into the Creative Arts hallway where the theater, band, and art rooms were housed.
A crease formed o
