Chapter 7
So now what? Stacy risked a furtive glance around the cafeteria, half-expecting Dirty Harry to be heading his way, but no. No principal, no students whispering over him, no teachers in sight except for Darian in front of him, and whenever Stacy caught his eye he had to look away. He never sat with a teacher before, though he found it hard to imagine this bear of a man at the front of a class, assigning homework, or passing out tests. Was this punishment of some kind? Sitting with a teacher…still, it was Darian. There were worse ways he could spend his lunch period. He could be eating alone.
Turning to his tray, Stacy picked at his sandwich and watched Darian’s hands as the teacher ate. Large hands, strong—they had lifted Stacy up out of the fight as though he were nothing more
