The school was buzzing like a hornet’s nest. Everyone seemed to be talking about the police chase from the weekend. I could hear bits of it as I walked down the hallway, my bag heavy on my shoulder.

“…and the police almost got the mysterious rider!” one guy whispered to his friend.

“…yeah, but did you see Paxton? He saved her!” another added.

I kept my head down, trying to blend in, trying not to look like I was listening. I was still thinking about the events of the ...