No class drags on more than AP Chemistry, especially when lunch is next and Mt. Hungry is about ready to erupt. Gurgle gurgle. I nibble on my pencil. Eww, not only does it taste awful, it does nothing to stop the chatter in my stomach.
When the bell rings at last, I stuff my notes in my binder, already salivating over the exquisite potato I’m going to eat soon—butter, broccoli, lots of cheese, some salt and pepper. Mmm. Only Kade Gillis now blocks my quick exit out of the room.
“Hey Roy Rogers,” he says, shaking his carrot-tinted hair out of his eyes, “how’d you figure out the answer to that question on page sixty-four?”
Lame nicknames are bound to follow you like a shadow when your parents think it’s classy to name you after a car.
Instead of answering, I turn and hurry down the aisle and around the back of the room to the door. If I don't offer a sacrifice to Mt. Hungry soon, the entire school will hear it howling. I merge with hall traffic and veer toward my locker. It takes all my self-control not to push the girl in front of me. Why do the kids at this school have to move like dying batteries?
“Royce, slow down,” Kade says behind me. “Are you into video games?”
“What do you mean?” I don’t bother to glance back at him.
“Do you like to play ‘em? Cuz I can hook you up.” He appears next to me. “My dad’s coming out with a new one that’s so real you’ll think you’re in the game.”