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CHAPTER 11 “I CAN’T BELIEVE you guys are here,” I repeat for, like, the millionth time, as we walk back across campus. After my race, we had stayed to watch the boys run. Griffin won by nearly two minutes and, even though he was a sweaty mess when he met Nola and Cesca, they were suitably impressed. It feels so good to have my girls at my side. “We thought you needed a little . . .” Cesca grins. “. . . extra support.” Nola hugs me. Again. “Damian and I made the arrangements with their parents,” Mom says. “They have to return on the ferry tomorrow, so they don’t miss any more days of school.” “Only one day,” I cry. It’s not enough. But it’s way better than nothing. Damian walks up next to me. “We also thought it might be easier for you to . . . explain your situation in person.” “Explain my—” I stop cold. Is Damian saying what I think he’s saying? “You mean?” He nods. I’m floored by how much trust he just put in me. He doesn’t
know Nola and Cesca from anyone, but he trusts me enough to trust them. “Thanks,” I say. Then, I can’t help it, I fling my arms around him and give him a big hug. “You are more than welcome,” he says in his typical, formal voice. But there is a warmth in there that I never noticed before. I can’t believe he’s really letting me tell Nola and Cesca about the school, the island, everything. Now, all I have to do is figure out how to tell them. “First, however,” he says in full on principal mode, “we need to have a discussion.” Right. I knew this trust thing was too good to be true. My shoulders slump. I glance ahead at Mom and the girls who are getting ahead of us. “Phoebe,” he says, laying a hand on my shoulder, “this has nothing to do with your friends.” “Oh,” I say, surprised. “All right.” “Why don’t we go to the school and your friends can look around while we talk?” I nod, sensing that what he wants to tell me is a pretty big deal. Considering all the major life-flipping news I’ve gotten lately, I’m a little nervous about what more he could possibly have to talk to me about. Maybe he knows that Troy cheated to help me win. “Hey girls,” I shout, running to catch up with them. “Wanna see my new school?” We detour across the central lawn toward the front steps. “Pacific Park hasn’t been the same without you,” Cesca says. “Did she tell you what she did to Justin?” Nola asks. 237
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CHAPTER 11<br />
“I CAN’T BELIEVE you guys are here,” I repeat for, like, the millionth<br />
time, as we walk back across campus. After my race, we had<br />
stayed to watch the boys run. Griffin won by nearly two minutes<br />
and, even though he was a sweaty mess when he met Nola and<br />
Cesca, they were suitably impressed. It feels so good to have my<br />
girls at my side.<br />
“We thought you needed a little . . .” Cesca grins. “. . . extra<br />
support.”<br />
Nola hugs me. Again.<br />
“Damian and I made the arrangements with their parents,” Mom<br />
says. “They have to return on the ferry tomorrow, so they don’t miss<br />
any more days of school.”<br />
“Only one day,” I cry. It’s not enough. But it’s way better than<br />
nothing.<br />
Damian walks up next to me. “We also thought it might be easier<br />
for you to . . . explain your situation in person.”<br />
“Explain my—” I stop cold. Is Damian saying what I think he’s<br />
saying? “You mean?”<br />
He nods.<br />
I’m floored by how much trust he just put in me. He doesn’t
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