Chapter 33

The moment I’d stepped out of bed Christmas Eve morning, I’d carefully unwrapped the package to remove the stupid bottle cap, while taking a moment to relive the trip.

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“I wish we were in Puerto Rico instead,” Angel said, half of his body draped over mine as we stared up into the moonlight.

“We could sneak off,” I said. “How far is it?”

“Pretty far. Like twenty-five hundred miles. Plus, we’d have to swim past Cuba first.”

“Ah. You’re smart.”

“Nah. I just remember things.”

I was glad Angel was allowed to come. Maybe his parents figured I wouldn’t be. I’d worked really hard to stay out of trouble the previous semester. One more D in Calculus, one more detention, and I would have been on social suspension, forced to sit home over Easter. Luckily, Jennifer Horn was there to cheat off and Mrs. Bollow’s eyesight was too poor to catch me. The woman had to be old enough to retire. She had to be!