Chapter 40: Don’t You Know?

I had no idea what to wear to a football game. I stood facing the mirror, modeling my umpteenth outfit. I finally opted for jeans (my own), a plain black T-shirt (one of the non-Lucy approved items) and my high-top black Chucks (decorated by Aaron in silver Sharpie) that I’d found stuffed in the back of my closet. “Freak,” I thought. I looked like Aaron and that’s what everyone had called him. Perfect.

Before the image of Aaron faded from my mind, the doorbell rang. With one more glance at the mirror, I grabbed Miri’s sweatshirt and left my room, not even checking to make sure it was locked behind me.

Michael couldn’t be alone with James. Or Daniel.

Especially not both. I practically flew down the stairs.

He stood on the doorstep, the front door wide open. Daniel leaned against the doorframe, his arms crossed. The tension in the air was palpable - even from my place halfway up the stairs.

For a second I froze, my blood turning to instant ice.