I wanted to drive over to Zack's house and make him explain to me. Make me understand - I wanted to know whatever it was he felt he couldn't explain.
I was fuming when I got into Tristan's car.
"Woah, someone's on the war path," was his comment.
"Better not get in the way," Anthony added. Goodness. Did these people have any empathy whatsoever ?
"What's wrong?" was Eva's gentle greeting.
"Zack!" I exploded. "He's what's wrong! That stupid - stupid - nutter has been avoiding me and he won't tell me why!"
"You're not British; you better not use British terms," Anthony advised. He was sitting next to me in the backseats.
"It makes you sound like a wannabe," Tristan called back to me.
From the passenger's seat, Eva turned around to glare at Anthony, then fixed Tristan with an angry star
