My head snaps down to the goofy-looking otter on my T-shirt, which says I’m Not Like the Otters. I spin around, searching the crowd of students on the sidewalk. A few of them are pointing across the street— Theo’s leaning against his Ferrari, his phone held to his ear. He’s in a long-sleeve white shirt with its collar upturned and a couple more buttons undone than what’s probably allowed at his prep school.
