He doesn’t email me before 4th period but I go to the library anyway, slipping away from my usual crowd before it can even form. I’m neither the ringleader nor the clown, so no one will come looking for me. I’m sitting in the farthest corner next to the math reference books, pretending to read a history of the early great mathematicians. “Aaron,” I hear a whisper. “Aaron?” “Here,” I respond in library voice. Crispin round...