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tear apart anyone who tried.
    “How about this Wednesday?” Sully said.
    Hunter raised her eyebrows. “Your school have a special holiday or something?”
    “They won’t miss me for one day.” He shrugged. “What can I say? I want to get out there.” He needed the money way more than he needed algebra and biology.
    She nodded. “Works for me.” She didn’t seem particularly concerned about school either.

CHAPTER 4
    Sully took a break from wading through a book on the California gold rush and glanced around the library. He and Dom had chosen a desk by tall windows that looked out onto the parking lot.
    Taking in the view, he tried to identify places where spheres might be hidden as practice for tomorrow. He couldn’t wait to go hunting.
    He was also curious about Hunter. He had considered stalking her on Facebook, but decided she wasn’t the type to have a Facebook account.
    He pulled out his phone, opened the Facebook app. What the hell, it didn’t hurt to try.
    His search returned three Hunters in the New York metro area. Hunter number one, from Queens, was a guy who’d taken a selfie with his French bulldog. The second, from Scarsdale, didn’t have a picture—just a shot of a latte in a coffee shop. The third Hunter, the only one from the Bronx, was also a guy.
    Sully wasn’t surprised, but he was disappointed. He wanted to know more about her—who her friends were, what music she listened to, what she thought was worth sharing with the world.
    Taking a deep breath, he turned back to his book.
    “How do you make yourself give a shit about everything so intensely?”
    Sully looked up at Dom. “What do you mean?”
    Dom gestured toward the book. “I mean, you’re working on that history paper like it’s the freaking Magna Carta. This weekend you’ll bust your ass at the flea market.” He shrugged. “My grades are just about underwater, but I can’t make myself care. I just want to have a good workout and meet girls.”
    “You care about things. They’re just different things from me.”
    “Yeah. I care deeply about losing my virginity. But who doesn’t?” Dom made a face. “Look at that douche bag.”
    Sully followed Dom’s gaze. A guy Sully didn’t know—probably a junior or senior—was sitting at a table near the checkout desk, speed-reading a book. He’d scan the page on the left for two seconds, then the page on the right, then turn the page using his palm so it made as much noise as possible. He had a handful of brag buttons on his shoulder. Besides Burnt Orange (speed-reading), he had Periwinkle (good with numbers), Indigo (enhanced eyesight), Violet (verbal acuity), and Hot Pink (adrenaline rush—handy when you had to pull an all-nighter). He didn’t have the ultra-rare, million-dollar college helpers—Canary Yellow (perfect memory) and Mustard (high IQ). The guy had everything else, though. A pair of Periwinkles alone would have cost his parents over a hundred thousand. He’d probably been there cheering Alex Holliday last Saturday night.
    “He can’t just enjoy all those advantages his daddy bought him. He’s got to show off,” Dom said. “I can’t stand people like that.”
    “I know.”
    Sully hated kids who could afford to burn spheres. Although hating them made him kind of a hypocrite, because if he had the money, he’d burn some too. The speed-reader must be a moron, though, if he was at Yonkers High. Most of the kids loaded up as well as him were at the Masten Academy for the Gifted.
    Of course, they could all be fake. Bootlegged brag buttons were a hell of a lot cheaper than spheres, and anyone could flip through pages and pretend they were speed-reading.
    Dom closed his notebook, grabbed the books he was checking out for an English assignment. “You ready? I could use a Sprite or something.”
    Sully stowed his stuff in his backpack, then followed Dom to the checkout desk.
    “You talk to Mandy since last Saturday?” Dom asked, keeping his voice low. Dom