Unforeseen (Thomas Prescott 1), Page 29

  Slightly more unreasonable, but my only chance.

  In the split second it takes for both to toss their shoes outside, I flick the beanie. It flips end over end, hits my laptop, then falls.

  “What?” Ray asks, cutting her eyes at me. “What's so funny?”

  “Nothing.” I'm just an amazing beanie tosser is all.

  Flipping my shoes next to the door, I say, “So, who is Callie Freig?”