After about five awkward minutes alone with João, I rested my head against the window and stared at the run-down houses in the Redwood slums. Though I hated João more than the other two Poison boys, I was happy that I was with him rather than at home.
Mom hadn’t found out yet that I’d failed my Biology test, but Mr. Barnes was supposed to post the grades tonight. When I got home, I’d get a three-hour lecture about how I needed to study more because anything less than a hundred percent wasn’t allowed in Mom’s house.
João pulled up to the curb in front of a house without any lights on. I eyed the house that seemed a bit nicer than Landon’s. At least there wasn’t screaming or broken glass windows or beer cans on the front lawn—not that there really was much of a lawn.
“Is this your house?”
