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it on the way back to your place.”
    It looked like he expected me to say he was crazy. But, it did sound like fun. I mean really, jumping across buildings, scaling stuff? Who wouldn’t want to do that? You’d have to be a slightly cracked individual if you did, but I’d been that for as long as I could remember.
    “You’re on. Just don’t slow me down!” I smiled.
    It was then that Mrs. Conners finally noticed that we had finished with our brownies. I didn’t really think she would even bother to check the quality of our work in a class like this, but the fact that we finished so early must have made her suspicious. She was everything you’d expect in a chef or cook, and apparently that extended to a high school cooking teacher.
    She slid a butter knife into the middle of the brownies, and then pulled it out, eyeing the blade as she did. Apparently, we had passed some sort of test, because her face broke into a huge, motherly smile. It was the kind of face that was suited for smiling.
    “Well done, boys. Extra credit for the excellent work!”
    Maybe I’d be as good at parkour as I was cooking brownies.

    “You know Emily Brooks?” Jas whispered out of the corner of his mouth as she came within earshot. We were sitting outside in the bleachers of the ridiculous stadium and field that would have made more sense at a college than a high school.
    “Yeah. Met her this morning. Why?” I glanced curiously over.
    “She’s the hottest, least approachable chick in school, man! Anyone who’s ever taken a go at her has been shot down, humiliated!”
    I bent great willpower to the task of stopping blood from rushing to my face. It just wouldn’t do to blush in front of either of these two, as I’d no doubt be laughed at for months.
    Em offered us a beaming smile. “Hey, Jas, Caleb. I see you two have met. I didn’t know you came up here too at lunch.”
    I gave Jas a significant look over my apple, and he did blush.
    “How’s your first day been so far, Caleb? Get into any more trouble besides the detention?” The look she gave me told me that she wouldn’t be surprised in the slightest.
    “Nope. Not a bit more. Me and Jas made some brownies in foods, though. Want one?” I extended the plate, which still had four remaining to it.
    “I love brownies! Thanks.” The smile she gave me tugged at the corners of my lips.
    I heard a muttered “Why didn’t I think of that?” from Jas and hid my amusement with another bite of my apple. It was close to finished, and I was sure I’d need all the protection it could offer. While Emily started on her brownie, I took advantage of the lull to look out over the bleachers. It was such a vast structure, so the crowds weren’t a problem, but I could see the ever-present cliques arrayed all over the benches. It seemed that this place was one of the more popular places to eat lunch.
    Maybe this place wasn’t so bad after all, I thought. If I had to be in a school, this one sure was up to regulation standards. Nice friends, and it helped that a nice-looking girl seemed to be interested in me.

    After a nice bit of PE, where I got to show off my fine physical skills, it was time to face my fate. Detention was in A-7, and Mrs. Nettles was exactly as Jas had described to me previously. Fat to a point far exceeding obesity, she sat in a leather chair with her back to the wall, facing her inmates. A stern expression, close to a scowl, was permanently etched into her stony exterior. Her flowery dress only served to emphasize her completely opposite personality. I barely contained the laugh that craved to force its way past my sternum and into the world; I must have made some kind of sound because she turned toward me, scowling.
    “Well, well, if it isn’t Jason Franklin? And you brought another child to grace my halls, how delightful. Take your seats. You’re late. And no talking! You have exactly forty-five minutes until you will be permitted exit. If you talk, you will