Bones and I made our way to our seats—all eyes on us. Bones turned down the middle row and I followed. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a giant kid with a mop of curly hair swing his leg out into the aisle. Of course Bones wasn’t paying any attention. He tripped, went flying into the air, then landed flat on his face, his legs sprawled out behind him through a tangle of chair legs. 

The class erupted into laughter. Mrs. Apostolu walked quickly over to Bones and leaned down. “Are you OK, Hank? I’m so sorry.” Then she looked over at the big, curly-haired kid and said sternly, “Gordon, how many times do I have to tell you to keep your big feet under your desk?” 

“I’m sorry, Mrs. Apostolu,” he said, an obvious smirk on his face. “I’ll try harder next time.” 

The kid next sitting in front of him laughed. “Good one, Gordo.” Bones got up and straightened out his shirt.

“Gordon, what do you have to say to Hank?” Mrs. Apostolu said primly. 

Gordo looked at Bones, then at the floor, opened his mouth and said, “What’s that?” 

I looked down. My heart was already pounding. In my gut, I already knew what he was talking about, but a small part of me hoped I was wrong. 

Nope, no such luck. There on the floor, for the whole class to see, was Stevie’s phone. It had fallen out of Bones’ pocket. So much for laying low. 

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