“Jordan?” Mr. Matthews asks, anger tingeing his name.
Jordan looks over at the reception desk and sees the secretary’s eyes trained their way. When she realizes she’s been spotted, she ducks down again, her fingers flying over her keyboard. Probably e-mailing all the teachers in the school, spreading the same gossip the students are snickering over as they pass. Jordan Matthews is in the principal’s office. Can you imagine? He was caught in the hallway just after the last lunch bell rang…
He can’t bring himself to say it, so he twists his hands together in his lap and avoids looking at his father. He doesn’t want to see the disappointment he’s sure to find there, staring back at him. This is humiliating.