I ignored him, sat down, and shoveled food into my mouth.
He strode over, dropped into the chair across from me, and pushed the plate of braised pork toward my hand.
"I told you to eat it. Are you deaf?" His tone was vicious, but his eyes darted away.
I put down my fork, picked up the plate, and dumped the food straight into a nearby waste bin.
"Mason, my life is none of your business." I wiped my mouth and left the cafeteria.
He remained at the table alone, his face livid.
To raise the money for Lucas's future treatment, I signed up for the school's orienteering race.
The winning team would receive 100,000 dollars.
To me, that was a fortune.
The rules required one man and one woman on each team, and students were free to choose their own partners.
No one usually spoke to me unle
