Luca sits down and we all lean forward as Rafe and Jackson take their folded notes and quickly open them, glancing through the contents. I lean over Jackson’s arm, trying to read it myself, but he laughs and pulls it out of my sight. “Confidential, Clark.”
“Oh, you’re going to tell me anyway!”
“Maybe,” he mutters. “If you’re nice to me.”
“I’m always nice to you!”
“It’s not a big deal,” Rafe says, taking a deep breath and putting his own note down, looking over at Jacks. “Is yours the same as mine? Notification that the Games are being moved up? And that we’re…”
“Co-captains,” Jackson replies, putting down his own letter, a little smile on his face. I look around at all of the boys’ faces, trying to gauge the impact of this news.
“W-what does this mean?” I ask quietly, anxious.
“Don
