Chapter 2
Everyone knows the cafeteria is the worst place to have a conversation. With all the noise, the scraping of chair legs against the floor, and the weird (and kind of disturbing) sounds coming from the back where the dishwashing machines are, talking isn’t much of an option.
But shouting is. It’s what Jeremy Spinner is doing now, hands cupped around his mouth. His words fly past my best friend Caro and me and somehow reach the boys sitting at the table across from ours.
“Boo-ya!” one of the boys yells back, although I’m pretty sure he doesn’t know what Jeremy said. How could he? I don’t know what Jeremy said. But then, I don’t pay a lot of attention to him.
That’s Caro’s job. Ever since they started going together at the beginning of the school year, a big part of Caro’s day re
