"There was a noise out back and Megan stalked to the end of the hall to look out the window. The door to the shed was just closing. Finn. He was just as bad as his brother. Finn had stranded her that morning too and he hadn't said a word to her about Spanish class, even though he never would have passed that pop quiz they had taken without her help. Megan turned and stormed down the hallway. Maybe she was too scared to say anything to Evan, but Finn...she was going to give that boy a piece of her mind. "You guys all suck, you know that?" Megan shouted, flinging open the door to the shed. Finn dropped his paintbrush on the leg of his jeans, where it left a streak of orange before hitting the dirty floor. "Sorry?" he said. "You! You suck!" Megan fumed. "We've been over this. I know I suck." "Not your You! You... !" Megan shouted. Finn blinked. "Actually, I think I'm kind of an okay guy." "Oh, please!" Megan said, squaring off in front of him. "I mean, what's with you people? Were you all born like this? Because it's gotta be in your genes. Either that or you've all gotten each other in one too many choke holds over the years and you've deprived your brains of too much oxygen. Which is it?" "Megan, I think you need to sit down," Finn said, carefully reaching for her shoulders. Keeping her at arm's length, he steered her over to the old bench and pushed her down until she had to let her knees go and fall into the seat. "Now, is this about Hailey and Evan?" "No! It's about you! You deserted me this morning," Megan said. "And then I went to get my bike and the tires were flat. You guys popped my freaking tires! What is this? The McGowan Home for the Criminally Insane?"