NONA'S POV:
Creed is being weird.
Either that or I'm being sensitive.
I'm not sure which.
The others have told me he's just not a morning person, but I'm not sure that's it. It's not like this is the first time I've seen him in the morning. Although it is by far the earliest.
I'm not daft enough to think anyone is particularly talkative at five in the morning, but by ten I'm beginning to think something is wrong.
He hasn't even looked at me once since we first all gathered outside the label building this morning, let alone spoken to me.
It's been hours since we left London and we're now all sitting in a service station having breakfast. Well, everyone except Creed that is.
I don't know where he's gone off to.
He had rushed to get off the bus before the rest of us without saying anything to anyone. I'd been worried but Clover had smiled and told me just to give him some space.
I wanted to ask her then what she knew.
But I knew she'd never tell me.