"Oh, well, they shouldn't care." I signaled them to come over, casually tightening my scarf.
They nodded.
A thought struck me, and I started to panic. "They don't know who you are, do they?" I hissed, keeping my eyes glued on the guys' movements.
"No. At least I don't think so." He shrugged. "But then they are Adam Henry's sons, so anything's possible."
I heard what sounded like a note of awe in his words and wondered why.
The guys picked up their food and headed over. I searched their faces, trying to discern whether they knew.
I didn't think so. If they had, they probably would've been a lot more hostile.
"Hi, guys," I said, feeling suddenly nervous. Thankfully we were still in the lunchroom at school. If the guys wanted to punch out Chace, at least they wouldn't do it here.
