After his little spiel, Darian pushed his stool back. “Come on up here, guys. You’re too far away, can’t see a thing.” The students looked around at each other, confused, as Darian went over and took an apron and pair of goggles from the wall. When he noticed no one had gotten up, he told them, “Come on. Gather round my desk and we’ll get started.”
Still no one moved. Stacy glanced around, waiting for someone else to stand, but no one wanted to be first. This is Darian, he told himself. Hello? You sat with him at lunch. Get up there already. His stool squealed along the floor as he slid down from it and his heart skipped when everyone turned to look his way. Nudging Jennifer, he muttered, “Come on.” Then, without waiting for her, he hurried to front of the room. “Hey,” he whispered to Dar
