When I turn to find a seat, I hesitate for a second. River is sitting at a desk in the back row, watching me with a surprised look on his face. I’m not sure why—it’s not like we’re friends or anything—but I head toward the back and take the seat one over from his. As I settle into the chair, he turns to face me more fully, gaze still locked on my face. “What are you in for?” he murmurs. “I punched Savannah in the mouth.”
