SECOND PLACE Lucas trudged back toward the main street that led to his house, backpack straps cutting into his shoulders, trying to organize everything about the conversation he'd just had with Dylan at his front door - and coming up blank. Something about it had been off today - not the words, which, each individually, had seemed totally reasonable, but the way in which Dylan had said them - too fast, too rehearsed, too… practiced, like someone performing lines he'd memorized in the mirror. When he reached the corner, he fished out his phone and scrolled to Logan's contact. Hit dial. It rang three times before his brother answered, sounding haphazard and sleepy through the line. "What?""Are you going to school today?" Lucas asked. He glanced back toward Dylan's house, then slowly made his way down the street toward Brookwoods High. "Nope.""Great."Lucas sighed and rubbed his forehead, frustrated. "Can you at least come pick me up? I was going to walk with Dylan but… that's n
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