——Sam
—Dead Week
“I never thought I’d hate Advance Placement Physics until this day. I’m starting to hate James Clerk Maxwell,” Miguel complained as he buried his face in an open, thick book.
We were all studying for our finals. Unlike any other weeks, it was the week before our concluding battle, before we step into another stage of our lives—college life.
We were all gathered in Chloe’s living room with a pile of books, papers, pens in our hands, and notebooks scattered everywhere.
“Who is he talking about?” Dean asked me.
“You don’t know him?”
He looked at me like I just asked him the silliest question in the world.
“Do you know Adriano de Souza?” Dean answered me with a question.
“Adriano who?”
“You don’t know him?” He gave me the same look I threw at him.
Bruce suppre
