Phil’s POV
We’re not on the same page at all.
Theo was smiling widely at seven in the morning.
He never smiles in the morning. Hates everything. Grumbles the entire time.
But he grinned during the whole walk to school, even smiling at his sister who looked thoroughly confused by her obstinate brother’s happy-go-lucky attitude.
We’re not even riding the same wavelength right now.
My stomach was in knots throughout the day. I barely ate at lunch, winning a worried look from Diego. “You sick?” he wondered aloud, looking me over. Timothy automatically moved his tray further away from me. He’d kind of a germaphobe.
“Uh,” I said, feeling Theo’s eyes on me. “No, I’m fine.”
“You hardly ate,” Timothy said, frowning at me doubtfully.
How can I eat?
