CHAPTER FOURTEEN

“I can’t believe you guys made up,” Quill stabs his pancake, a sullen look on his face. He then points the pancake at me, and I watch the maple syrup drip all over the table, as he continues in an aggrieved tone. “That boy is trouble. And he’s weird. Like, what is a Level Three student doing with a Level One student. What’s he up to? You know the answer to that question? No good! That’s what!”

I use my knife to lower his fork down, my tone dry, “Because you’re so normal.”

“I am normal,” Quill thumps his chest. “And I am quite a ladies’ man. Tell her, Beth.”

“He likes the ladies but they don’t like him,” Beth looks at me, somberly. “He tried hitting on Kathleen yesterday and she rejected him.”

Quill narrows his eyes at her, “I didn’t hit on her. I asked her if she wanted to go on a walk.”

“She thought he was hitting on her,” Beth chews on her omelet. “But Susan likes you. She thinks you’re cute.”

“She’s a baby!”

“She’s fourteen!”

“And I’m seventeen!”

“You’ll be seventeen next m