"So… you're like, an Anchor," Carl said, squinting.
"A what now?" Theo raised an eyebrow, his voice in-between between sarcasm and curiosity.
"I wonder how this feels…" Carly said, placing a hand on her chin. "One moment you're dazzling and pretty and beautiful and…pretty. But then next thing, you look like a rock."
"Excuse you?" Carl put a hand on his chest dramatically, feigning hurt.
"Tell me about it," Theo muttered. "I finally figured out how to tie a tie without nearly stabbing my eye out this morning—only to become a girl again in the freaking car."
Meanwhile, Jake wasn't even in the conversation. His eyes were locked on something—or someone—inside the school building. Watching them.
"Eyes on us," Jake muttered, voice low.
"Mmhmm," Jane nodded slowly, folding her arms. "Been feeling it too. Creepy."
"What are you guys talking about?" Theo asked, now clearly lost and getting anxious.
