Avery plops down on the bench beside Jacob, ignoring the whispers and open stares from the other students. He’s not supposed to be here, talking to someone waiting to see the monsignor. He can get in trouble, too.
Jacob’s almost embarrassed by the fight and doesn’t want to look at Avery so he turns away.
“You didn’t have to prove it to me,” Avery says with a grin. “I would’ve believed you were a bad boy, if you wanted me to.”
“You shouldn’t be here,” Jacob mutters, but he’s happy Avery is.
“You’re a celebrity.” Avery picks at the crease ironed into his pants and laughs. “There aren’t many fights here. Rich kids don’t know how to fight.”
Jacob watches the students hurry by him. “I feel like public enemy number one.” He always feels bad after he gets into trouble. So why can’t he stay outof trouble?
“What happened?” Avery asks.
Jacob shrugs. Defending your honor. But he just met the boy and he’s not going to say that.
“Can I tell you what I heard?”