“By the time I got to homeroom, Quinn was standing on the teacher’s desk in his boxers, dancing,” Sophia said.
Kaitlyn’s cheeks tingled with shock. “My brother?” The commotion of the packed cafeteria softened as Sophia’s accusation rang in her ears.
Across the table, Janelle set down her bottle of Pepsi. “Someone must have threatened him.”
“Nope,” Sophia said. “He did it on his own.”
“But Quinn is so shy,” Janelle said. “He would never dance in public, if he’d even dance at all.”
Kaitlyn smashed her fork into her gravy and mashed potatoes. Normally she would have agreed with Janelle, but her brother had been acting strange lately. Very strange. But this . . . What was wrong with him? Drugs, maybe?