“We get out of practice early tonight. Your da—David’s got something, I guess.” Adam dropped a shoulder against the locker beside mine when I arrived the next morning to school. He folded his arms and his backpack’s straps cut into the muscles on his arms and chest.
That annoyed me for some reason and I opened my locker to stuff the bag lunch Mousteff had shoved at me that morning. He had muttered, like he always did, but this time I was certain I’d heard a few curse words. And I was certain they were directed at me, well, me or my mother. Then I relaxed as I considered that. He was probably pissed about my mom again. That made more sense.
Adam had been watching me with an odd look. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine,” I bit out. I forced myself to relax. Sometimes being mean right off the bat w
