18
Three
Alice
I glanced down at the green mug in my hand.
“Looks like we’re stuck with each other,” a low voice said
behind me.
I turned. It was the dumb jock from the Zodiac. Great
.
“Yeah, us
anorexics
make fabulous chefs.”
“Um,
’roid rage
? Remember?”
Like a whiny little kid.
Mom, she started it.
I didn’t bother
responding.
“Look, can we start over?” He put his mug beside mine.
“I’m Caleb. In case you forgot. And we are…green and blue.
Very…uh…nature.”
“Very nature?” I raised an eyebrow. “So outdoors. Much
wow.”
He laughed—he had a rather nice laugh, actually—and
held out a hand. “Come on. Friends?”
