He listened to the whole thing without interrupting, although that may have been because he was too weirded out to speak. After ten minutes of talking, I looked up to find myself standing at the bike racks outside the front office. I’d hardly even noticed where I’d been walking. We chained up our bikes and wandered out to the quad. Luke leant back against the wall of the industrial arts block. ‘Jordan, this is … insane. If you told all this to Peter, he’d say you were –’ ‘Yeah,’ I said. ‘That’s why I’m talking to you about it.’ Luke pursed his lips and my heart sank. If he didn’t buy it either … ‘Not that I don’t believe you,’ he said quickly, catching the look on my face. ‘I mean, after everything else that’s happened here … But this is –’ ‘Ridiculous,’ I finished. ‘Even for us. Yeah. I know.’ Luke craned his neck, staring out behind me. ‘What are you doing?’ I asked. ‘Nothing. I just – If Peter sees us hanging out like this …’ I rolled my eyes, sick of tiptoeing around Peter’s stupid suspicions.
