As it turned out, getting a moment alone with Gareth was more difficult than it seemed. We had agreed to meet at the end of lunch, but just as we were literally walking to each other in the quadrangle, the Stupid Pack showed up out of nowhere and I had to turn back. In between classes were no good, either. When the school day ended, and I saw him about to approach me in the locker area, he was suddenly pulled by their coach, Mr. Leslie, and I was taken to the gym by Lara. All we could do was helplessly look at each other as we were dragged into opposite directions.
It would have been easier if we had our comm links, or at least our watches, so we could communicate. But in this reality, it seemed that they had yet to invent those.
I was thinking of a way to get my message across—and even
