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totally going out tonight. And you’re totally coming to my party next weekend. You should be in boy withdrawal by then.”
    “Cool.” Will I be in boy withdrawal? I’m not really sure.
    “And I bet you won’t have to be subjected to the cheesy family promos since your dad’s not the only pitching coach.” She spins to face me. “Oh! Guess who is staying in our guesthouse?”
    I’m still trying to process the fact that Dad’s not the only pitching coach, so it takes me a few seconds to respond to Lenny. “Who?”
    “Jason Brody,” she says. “He’s the new—”
    “I know who he is.” I could totally do some bragging about seeing the guy in a towel, but I decide spilling this to Savannah was probably enough. I’d hate for Jason Brody to think I spent all my time daydreaming about him in a towel. “My dad’s talked about him a lot.”
    “He’s going to be hanging out in my guesthouse at least until Opening Day, probably overflowing the place with easy women,” she says. “Then I imagine he’ll get shipped back to Triple-A. I don’t know enough about it to guess, but he’s so young, right?”
    I just shrug because the only thing I know is that both Dad and Frank want Jason Brody on the Royals’ roster, but that probably means dumping another player who’s been on the team for years. Either the other guy’s injury needs to get worse, or Brody needs to do something amazing in that first game. I glance around the cafeteria. “So who’s my track competition?”
    “What’s your event?” Lenny asks.
    “The mile.”
    She scans the room and points to a tall, dark-haired girl. “Jackie Stonington. She’s a senior. Placed at state in your event the last two years.”
    I placed at state last year, too, but that was Arizona, and Missouri might be more competitive. I already know this team is more competitive than my old school. “Are you on the team, too?”
    “Oh no,” she says right away. “I don’t do sports at all. That would please my dad and I just can’t have that, can I?”
    Since I don’t have a response to that obviously rhetorical question, I allow my brain to catch up on this conversation. “Wait…Did you say something about going out tonight?”
    Lenny grins. “Yep. I’ll come by your house around eight. We’ll be back by eleven. School night and all that. There’s this band playing at a bar downtown, and I’m obsessed with the lead singer. And the bouncer is obsessed with me, so we won’t have any trouble getting in.”
    Trouble getting in?
    Lenny’s gaze moves over me. “Just don’t wear your uniform.”
    Obviously.

    Annie Lucas: Under Armour? Why am I picturing thongs made of steel and bras that double as bulletproof vests? Also, it’s not actually possible for lungs to freeze while you’re still alive, is it? Never mind. Don’t answer that.
    2 hours ago
    Annie Lucas is now friends with Lenny London and 14 other people
    By the time track practice comes around, I’ve got a pounding headache thanks to St. Teresa’s academic excellence. A girl in the locker room before practice is nice enough to loan me some tights, a long-sleeve running shirt, and an ear band with the school logo embroidered on it. I stick close to Jackie Stonington during the four warm-up laps and then after stretching, Coach Kessler pulls me aside.
    “Lucas, we’re really happy to have you on the team this year,” she says. “As you’ve probably heard, St. Teresa’s is currently number one in the state.”
    I’m rubbing my chest. Is it supposed to hurt when I run? It’s only thirty-two degrees, maybe my lungs froze? “State champions, that’s awesome.”
    “Here’s how I do things on my team,” Coach Kessler says. “It’s very simple, and I don’t deviate for any reason. The best times in the practice before the meet are in the event. No excuses, no questions. If you’re annoying and lazy, we’ll glare at you and imagine you falling on your face in front of hundreds of watching