Chapter 12
Harris slept until one in the afternoon. He woke up with a dry throat and a headache. He still felt exhausted and couldn’t help but yawn. Once his head cleared, his first thought was of Peyton.
No, don’t text him yet. Stick to the plan.
“The plan is retarded,” Mr. Winters said.
“You’re not supposed to say retarded anymore,” Harris said. “It’s the new N word.”
“Fine. The plan makes me wonder if you are mentally handicapped. Better?”
“Must you always be a naysayer?” Mr. Summers asked.
“The plan is working,” Harris told them. “There’s no reason to doubt it. Right?”
“Right.”
“I’d doubt it.”
Harris rolled his eyes. He sat up in his bed and stretched. He hadn’t felt so giddy and young and alive in years. Peyton made him act like a teenager again. And he remembered being an a
