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blunt in her brush-offs was an art form, and it was clear that hanging out with Dana was wearing off on Cal in an awesome way.
    I waited for Garrett to try to put Cal in his place with a typically dick-ish response. Truth be told, the real whopper insults toward Cal were usually administered when Garrett thought no one was around to hear them. But bullies like Garrett didn’t pull punches, especially when cornered.
    The weird thing, though? When I looked over at Garrett’s spray-tanned face, I saw nothing except an intensely grave, almost humble expression. And then, unbelievably, he nodded. “Yeah, man,” he said. “Listen. About that. About everything. I just… Well, I wanted to say sorry, is all.”
    I think Calvin’s jaw made a little clunking sound when it hit the ground. He was that surprised.
    My mouth hung open as well. “Wait. What? ” I said. “Did you just apologize ? To Calvin ?”
    “Listen,” Garrett said, and nodded his head some more, staring first at his sneakers and then up at Calvin. “I’ve been a real dick to you. I know that, and I am sorry.” His hands were shoved into the pockets of his football jacket, shoulders hunched like he was freezing. But it wasn’t that cold outside. The language of Garrett’s whole body was humble. Meek.
    Like he actually felt bad about all that crap he’d done.
    I wasn’t exactly buying anything that Garrett was selling, though. He wanted something from us. But what?
    Garrett turned to me. “I also want to apologize to you, Sky. I’ve really been—”
    “A total giant douche?” I finished his thought.
    Garrett nodded miserably.
    Calvin had finally picked his jaw up off the ground. He engaged his ramp, and his chair went up and into the car. “Well, awesome. Kumbaya and yippee-ki-yay! We still need to get going. Dana’s waiting.”
    “Wait!” Garrett exclaimed. “I just… Can I talk to you guys for a second?”
    Cal started the car as he shot me a look. “Another time, man, all right?”
    I was about to get into the passenger side when Garrett kinda exploded. “ No! This can’t wait!” He actually threw his hands in the air in exasperation, which was such a strange posture for him, I wished I had my phone out to take a photo for posterity. “Look! I didn’t follow you guys out to this sketchy-ass CoffeeBoy gas station for nothing! I really need your help! Please !”
    “Wait. Follow us?” I narrowed my eyes as I stood there, looking at him over the top of Garrett’s car.
    Garrett, genius that he was, realized he’d said too much, and his face flushed with color. “Well, I mean… Let me start over—”
    “No,” I said, pointing a finger at him. “You said you followed us here. Why are you following us? And don’t even try pretending that you wanted to apologize.”
    “Look,” Garrett said again, playing it cool and failing. He couldn’t have appeared guiltier if he’d actively tried. “I can explain everything.”
    “No time,” Cal said without hesitation. “Call my assistant, Jane, at 555-Screw-you. She’ll set up an appointment for… Hmmm, how’s never? Does never work for you?”
    It was an old and tired joke, but Calvin’s delivery was pretty damn awesome, and I couldn’t help but laugh as I climbed into the car.
    But Garrett opened the back door and got in, too, pushing aside the water guns to make room. “Just—let me ride with you, wherever you’re going, it doesn’t matter, and I’ll explain.” And then he repeated that word I thought I’d never hear from his entitled lips. “ Please .”
    As I looked back at Garrett, I saw tight desperation on his usually too-cool-to-care face. I could smell Calvin’s surprise, and then I caught a whiff of something else, too.
    It was that god-awful fish smell. The smell of all-encompassing fear.
    Yes. As I’ve mentioned, one of my unique skills as a Greater-Than, besides being able to move water around with my mind, is my ability to smell emotions. And yes again. It