My dog is mad that I’ve been so busy. He’s sending me death glares right now but refusing to speak.

Busy? Doing what?

You know, scaling buildings, saving lives, being awesome. The usual.

Five years ago? So did that mean it wasn’t Robert or Jackson? Was he someone a little older? Robert said I knew who Heath Hall was. Had he been lying? Maybe I didn’t know him at all. Maybe he was some senior. I didn’t know many seniors very well. Mainly the ones on the swim team. I tried to think of each one, match him up with the clues and facts I knew about Heath Hall. Suddenly and with a jolt of fear, I remembered the one person I knew quite well who was actually out of high school.

DJ.

He would’ve been in the eighth grade when this account was made. And he was a smart guy, a huge reader. He could’ve thought of something like this at thirteen. Plus, he was a little closer to the guy I’d always imagined Heath Hall was: shy, kept to himself more. This didn’t totally confirm it but I was getting a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach. A bit of guilt coursed through me at how I had acted around DJ at the pool the other day. And another worry burrowed its way into my mind as well. Whoever Heath Hall was, I felt a connection with him. What if it turned out to be DJ? What if it turned out to be none of the above? Someone I didn’t know at all?

What about you? he asked.

Nope, I don’t have a dog to get mad at me.

Are you not an animal fan?

How did Heath Hall always turn everything back to me? After reading through our conversations, I realized there wasn’t much he’d said about himself. Just general things. And he was doing it again.

What is going on tomorrow night? Why the vague announcement?

Are you going to come?

I don’t know yet.

You should. You missed the last one.

You noticed?

Doesn’t everybody notice you?

My fingers froze on the keyboard. Amelia may have claimed I wouldn’t know what flirting was if it slapped me in the face, but I knew that was flirting. Had my flirting with DJ in real life encouraged him to flirt with me now?

Did I scare you away? he asked.

No . . . it’s just weird because you know me and I don’t know you.

You know me.

I know a lot of people.

You soaked me and my sweater the other day.

The blood rushed from my face, leaving it numb. He just told me who he was. I couldn’t believe he just told me who he was. He was DJ . . . or Jackson. Was he talking about soaking him with pool water or tears?

Crap.