(Malory)
I’m the only one sitting in the cafeteria today. Kyle didn’t come to school. Ron is avoiding us entirely. Olivia is hanging out with Gaya and Morgan.
“Why are you all by yourself?” Adrien asks from behind me, genuinely confused. He sits.
“I don’t know. I guess today’s just an off day for everybody,” I tell him.
“I was sitting over there with the guys, feeling all sorry for you,” he says, laughing. “You look so glum.”
I scoff, shoving a fry into my mouth. “Did you study?”
“I did,” he says, smiling. “Started with the simplest conjugations like you said.”
“It’s always easiest to start from there –from the beginning, I mean. You can work your way up afterwards,” I advise.
Ron walks into the cafeteria with James and Phillip –other classmates of ours that we don’t always acknowledge. They head to the lunch line.
It’s incredible. Our group –well, not me, really- are finding impossibly lame ways to avoid each other.