The bizarre burst of school spirit from a man who normally embodied apathy was too much for my sleep-deprived brain to process. I put my head back down on the desk, tuning out Patterson's increasingly manic description of previous years' winning booths.
"Dude, did someone replace Patterson with a pod person?" Felix whispered.
"Probably," I mumbled.
"What do you think the prize is? Money? A party? Maybe a trip somewhere cool?"
"Probably a pizza party worth about $5 per student that the school will mark up to $20 in their budget."
"Always the optimist," Felix sighed. "Hey, how was your weekend with the Valentine sisters anyway? You never said."
I lifted my head slightly, catching sight of Cassidy across the room. She was looking directly at me, her expression unreadable. When our eyes met, she immediately looked away, her face turning that distinctive shade of pink again.
