“Good,” Willa says, nodding at Jago. “Maybe you can talk some sense into him, Jago.” She turns back to the field, leaving him there with his Similar.

But wait. Wasn’t Jago just swimming in the lake, in his clothes? This Jago isn’t wet, not even his hair. Plus, he’s wearing pajamas—flannel ones that look expensive and fancy. I doubt Jago owns pajamas like this. They’re too pretentious. I’m so confused. If this isn’t Jago, then who is he? Which one of these people is the real Jake? And who is the other one?

“I need to talk to you,” the pajama-clad Jake is saying to the one in soccer gear. “Now.”

“So talk,” soccer Jake answers.

“Some kids saw you passing out beers to a bunch of first years last night behind the dining hall,” Jake says, with intensity. If this is the Jake Choate I know, I don’t think I’ve ever seen him so worked up about anything in his life.

“So?”

“So, you could have gotten me in major trouble if a teacher had seen you!”

“Good thing they didn’t, then.” Soccer Jake shrugs.

“That’s totally not what I had in mind when I let you—”

“Let me?” soccer Jake says. “You didn’t let me, man. You’re not my boss.”

“You can’t do stuff like that,” pajama Jake goes on, impassioned. “It was fine when you wanted to check out my classes. But now you’re gonna get me in serious trouble. Bringing that goat into the school? Getting me banned from the soccer field? And now this thing with the beer? You could ruin my chances to play soccer at UCLA!”

Pajama Jake yanks soccer Jake by the arm so soccer Jake is forced to follow him down the path to the athletic building. My head’s spinning as I watch them go. That definitely is not Jago… It’s like it was two Jakes. But how can that even be?

I feel like maybe I’m losing my mind. I can hear people’s thoughts. I just saw two Jake Choates. Feeling like something is seriously off, maybe with me, I race out of there. I can’t deny something’s really out of whack with the whole school this weekend. Maybe it’s the cycle of the moon. It’s not only Tessa’s hookup with Henry, or Archer’s autographing booth. Who the hell was Jake talking to? I casually bring it up to Jago later, not wanting to alarm him. Did he happen to run back to his room, dry off, and quickly change into pajamas after diving into Dark Lake? He gives me a strange look and assures me that he didn’t. So I make up a lame excuse about thinking I saw him on the main quad, but it must have been Jake.