Jackson

Noah slid into the seat next to mine like nothing had happened.

Which was impressive, considering five minutes earlier he’d been wrapped around my sister in the middle of the hallway like this was some kind of after-school special.

I didn’t say anything at first. Just watched him pull out his notebook, tap his pen twice, and pretend the room wasn’t buzzing the way it always did when something new hit the social food chain.

Finally, I leaned back in my chair and muttered, ...