When the bell rings, Ashford is out the door before I can reach for my things. We’re clearly not going to be going over that paper still. Whatever. I’m not hunting him down and playing his mind games any more than I have to. Riley comes up to me with his things, a bright smile on his face. Chelsea follows closely behind.
The walk to the lunchroom is filled with her blabbering to him and his responses. When we get to the lunchroom, she breaks away from us to get her lunch after telling us she’ll find us. I look over at Riley curiously.
“You’re not hungry?” I ask him.
“No, I’m good. I ate a big breakfast. So, we have a party tonight and a camping trip starting tomorrow. This is going to be fun,” he says, clapping his hands.
“A camping trip filled with a bunch of ten-year-olds. Not my idea of fun. Especially when I’m going to be responsible for one of them.”
“You don’t like kids?” he asks, frowning at me.
“You do?”