to show him around.”
“So, you’re picking Sophia?” Miles’ sarcastic tone was impossible to ignore.
“ Give it a rest,” Lily brushed him off before flashing a brilliant smile at me. “You’re beautiful.” The way she switched her expressions intimidated me. “And it’s about time you date someone. I never see you with anyone.”
“Because she’s always with Broden,” Miles teased.
“They’re friends,” Lily’s voice wavered with warning. “Anthony is an opportunity.”
I stopped her. “I don’t know, Lils.”
“See?” Miles stepped between us. “She’s not interested in your matchmaker scheme.”
Lily stuck out her bottom lip. “Will you please meet him?” she exaggerated her vowels. “Puh-lease?”
A s if Lily had coaxed the gesture out of me, I nodded. Before I could argue it, Lily danced around in a small circle, spinning so fast that her braid wrapped around her petite torso. “Thank you, thank you, thank you,” she chanted, grabbing my hands and jumping until a deep voice interrupted her.
“What’s with all the estrogen?”
Lily broke away from me and turned around as Miles arched his neck to look over. Standing on the sidewalk was a tall boy with short, brown hair and copper-colored eyes. A sage uniform identified him as a military student, but the jagged cut split through his eyebrow identified him as a troublemaker.
“Broden,” Miles acknowledged our injured friend.
Broden high-fived Miles ritually, but no one seemed to care about his clothes. The twins didn’t react, and I had to remind myself that Broden had been a military student only three years ago, before I became his friend. The twins had seen him in the uniform before.
I couldn’t stop staring at the green clothes. It was as if I was staring into his previous life, the one I had ignored upon getting to know him. When I met him, he was studying biology, and he laughed more than anyone I knew. Now that he was in military clothes, it was weird to see him laugh.
“So, what’s going on?” Broden asked.
Lily twirled around in her gray skirt. “I’m setting Sophia up with the most promising political student in the State.”
Broden’s eyebrows rose, and his stitched brow burned red. “Really?” Broden looked at me, but I averted my eyes. “And who would this be?”
Miles shook his head . “Some jerk from Phoenix.”
“The Phoenix Region ?” Broden laughed. “You mean, jailbreaks?”
Mil es threw his hands into the air. “That’s what I said,” he seconded. “The guy is a jailbreak.” The slang referred to the rare criminals who were released on good behavior. Almost every one of them was sent back within a year. It was that reason everyone looked down on them.
“He can’t help t hat he’s from Phoenix,” Lily argued, grabbing my arm to pull me next to her. “He’s a great guy. We’ll show them.”
“I’m sure you will,” Broden continued to chuckle, but he ended the conversation. He gestured to Miles, and the childhood friends walked a few yards away to talk.
Being ost racized was something I was accustomed to. Even though I knew Broden for two years, the twins had known him since childhood. Miles was the only reason I met Broden, and he had only introduced us in the hopes of making Broden more comfortable with transferring from the military school. Like jailbreaks, most students ignored those who had been military students. It was one of the reasons I thought the kids always ended up getting in trouble again. No one even tried to help them.
“Sophia,” Lily spoke up, bouncing in front of me. “Are you even listening?”
I nodded at the thin girl as she began chattering again, but my eyes fluttered to the guys every few seconds. Broden’s face lowered, his lips moving quickly as he spoke to the curly-haired boy. Miles was frozen, petrified even, and his tan skin had paled.
Even then, Broden didn’t seem to be comforting his disheveled friend. Instead, he was causing it.