Despite his bloody knees, Dorian tried to stand up, but winced in pain. Miguel rushed out to help him, but Trevon stepped between them. “Leave him here,” Trevon said. “He told the teacher we were tackling in flag football yesterday.” “He needs help,” Miguel said. “We’re out of here,” Leo said. Dorian and Miguel stared at each other. Miguel looked away and followed his friends. “What’s up with you?” Leo asked him. Miguel had been a friend to Trevon and Leo since first grade, but this year, they were really getting under his skin. They had always attempted to be tough and cool, but they’d never been cruel. “Nothing,” Miguel said as he opened the door to his family’s sandwich shop. “See you later.” Trevon raised his eyebrow. Leo shrugged his shoulders. As Miguel walked in, a cloud spread over him. It was neither a cloud of flour from baking bread nor a cloud of smoke from a burnt roll. It was a cloud of guilt.