Emma was in the hall when she saw Gavin and Tyler at Tyler’s locker. There had been a time not too long ago when the last thing she would have done was confront them. But that was then.

Nearing them, Emma heard Gavin say something about Franklin and seeing Robbie again. But when he saw Emma, he stopped talking. The old nervousness welled up inside her, but she kept going. She could feel her pulse racing as she stopped in front of Gavin. “Have you tried that new FIFA game?” she asked.

The slightest tic fired under Gavin’s left eye. An amused smile formed on his lips. “You want to change games now that Zach’s on our side? We didn’t ask to change games when you were wrecking us.”

“It’s not about winning or losing,” Emma said. “It’s about finding a game that doesn’t cause so many problems.”

“You’re just freaked because you got hacked last week,” Tyler taunted.

“It’s not that,” Emma said.

“Then what is it, Emma?” Gavin asked. “We’re not wearing the shirts or medals anymore.”

Tyler clicked his heels and extended his right arm into the air with a straightened hand. “Jawohl, Herr Kapitan! But vee vill still fight on like good Germans!”

Emma was stunned. After everything that had happened, Tyler was still joking around? The sight of him doing the Nazi salute in the school hallway completely threw her. She looked around to see if anyone else had noticed, but if anyone had, they weren’t reacting the way she was. “Do you have any idea what you just did?” she asked.

“Yeah, the German army salute,” Tyler said.

“The Nazi salute,” Emma stressed.

Tyler shrugged. “Same difference.” The bell rang. He slammed his locker door shut. “See you at the match, Emma. If your squad doesn’t chicken out.”

He strode off. Emma was still in shock. Tyler had just done the Nazi salute in the middle of the hallway as if it didn’t mean anything. As if it weren’t a reminder of the millions of people who’d been slaughtered in World War II. As if it didn’t symbolize hate and racism.

“Idiot,” Gavin muttered under his breath.

Emma looked at him, astonished. “Sorry?”

“You heard me,” Gavin said. “I swear, Emma, I can’t wait to get out of here and never see any of these jerks again.”

Emma was baffled. “I…I thought they were your friends.”

Gavin snorted. “Not in a million years. Just a bunch of leeches. But as of Saturday, they’re history.”

“Why?”

Gavin’s forehead bunched. “Your parents didn’t tell you? We’re moving so my dad will be closer to physical therapy. And I’ll get to play on the Franklin team with Robbie.”

Emma must have still looked shocked because Gavin scowled and said, “What?”

“I…I’m just surprised,” Emma said. “I thought you liked your squad.”

Gavin slowly shook his head. “After Robbie moved I probably should have made more of an effort to make new friends. But I knew we were trying to move, too, so I figured why bother? That’s when the leeches started to latch on.”