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“Whatup?” Franko shouted.
The three of them surrounded us, fist bumping Angelo and side hugging me and Soph in that way guys sometimes do when they’re trying to be friendly with a girl but not get too touchy-feely.
“How was your flight?” Dominic asked.
Franko jumped in before anyone could answer. “Man, we’ve been waiting for you forever. We’re gonna play football. You game?”
“Yeah,” answered Angelo. “Just let me...”
Soph stepped forward. “Do we have enough people?”
Tre and Franko answered at the same time, their voices a garbled blur. Behind me Mr. Salvatore said something, and just like that nearly everyone was talking at once, at least three conversations going on in the space of less than two square yards.
But, surprisingly, it felt good. Not overwhelming at all.
Actually, it felt amazing.
I’ve been worrying for nothing,I realized.Nothing at all.
