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we’re a team. Always remember that.”
    “Okay,” I say.
    He doesn’t say anything. He just looks at me.
    “So what do you say, Coach? Come on, you’ve been pestering me for months to join the team. And when I finally agree, you treat me like this. Were you joking about it?”
    “Are you?”
    “I’m a hundred percent serious. I want to try out for the team.”
    A smile the size of the skyline blossoms on his face. “That’s great news.” He looks at me and grins like a kid. He catches himself soon, though, and his face regains its crusty expression. He barks, “ What are you waiting for? Get ready and jump in! We don’t have all day.”
    “Yes, sir.” I head to the locker, but look back to sneak a peek at him. He’s smiling again.
    Good moods are contagious.
    ***
    “What’s up with Sean?” I ask Boulder.
    Boulder is driving us to the mall. In the backseat, Sean types on a laptop. Not only Sean has given up shotgun, he’s silent. And, most shocking of all, typing.
    “Hey, Shakespeare, wanna tell him?” Boulder yells.
    “What? I’m writing,” Sean says, eyes glued to the screen.
    “Sean’s taking online screenwriting classes. He wants to write the next blockbuster. A Hollywood snob.” Boulder shakes his head.
    “Hey, be supportive, dumbass,” Sean tells him.
    I agree with Sean. “Yeah, Boulder, don’t be a hater.”
    “I’m not a hater. I’m a huge disliker.”
    Sean raises his head. “You’re going to be a character in this one, big man.”
    “Really?” Boulder is interested all of a sudden.
    “Yeah! I’m thinking Passerby Number Two. You’ll die a gruesome death.”
    Sean and I cackle and high-five. I’ve missed that. Being one of the boys.
    “You sure you wanna do that, little writing man? It’s on! It’s so on.”
    “Where are we going?” I ask.
    Boulder says, “I need a new haircut. Need to look good for the Fremont girls. Can’t rely only on my chick lasso.”

Chapter 9: Skye
    Drake and I arrive for our first day at Fremont High. He sees Boulder’s car in an isolated corner of the parking lot, drives up, and parks next to it. The bright yellow Mustang and the muted brown Volvo couldn’t make for a bigger contrast.
    Through the window of his car, Boulder nods in our direction. He lowers the window and motions for me to do the same. “Where’s Priscilla?” he asks.
    “She texted me. She’s almost here.”
    Boulder nods again. It’s weird seeing this hulking guy so nervous. It was his idea to brave the new school together.
    Fremont High is the home of the Spartans. Drake told me that when Boulder played football, he caused a full-on brawl between Greenwood and the Spartans. Our old school forfeited the game and Boulder was kicked off the team. He is concerned that the Spartans may gang up on him. And his former teammates, still pissed at him for costing them a victory, most likely won’t come to his rescue.
    “Why do you need us?” I ask him. “Priscilla and I wouldn’t do much good in a fight.”
    “Guys will die to impress hot girls like you. No way they want you to see them as jerks. Just stay around me, and I’ll be fine.”
    “Are you afraid, Boulder?”
    “It’s not fear. It’s tactics,” he snarls, glaring at me.
    I look past Boulder and see Priscilla sneaking in front of the car. She raises her hands and bangs on the Mustang’s hood.
    Boulder jumps in his seat. Priscilla laughs and walks between the two cars, approaching our windows.
    “You on edge, big boy?”
    He grumbles. “Just be careful with the machine.”
    Priscilla chuckles. “Okay, I’m here to protect you. Can we go now?”
    The four of us get out of the cars and assemble. People are already staring at us.
    “Don’t worry,” Sean says. “They’re looking at your egg-yolk car, big man.”
    “Maybe it’s Drake’s stool-colored one.”
    “Hey!” my boyfriend protests.
    Priscilla shakes her head. “Let’s get this over with.”
    She takes point. Drake holds my hand, and we