Chapter 17
Monday after spring break, I freeze at the cafeteria door. The first thing I see is Jeremy, back at his usual table, surrounded by all his jock friends. A few girls occupy the table where Caro and I used to sit, but she isn’t one of them. It looks like we’ve lost our claim to that space. Not that it was much of a claim. Not that there’s an “us” to claim it anymore.
I feel hollow inside and not at all like eating whatever they’re serving today. I turn to leave when I hear my name.
“Jolia!” Tory waves an arm over her head. At her table, I see Ryan, Kaitlin, Savannah—and Caro. Tory shoots me a look, the same sort she’d send my way when I froze in front of the camera. She tugs Caro by the sleeve—which must mean she’s serious about something—and half-drags her across the cafeteria
