"Will you come with me next Sunday? To the airport."
"If you want me there, I'll come with you," I said simply.
Zack gave me one of his half-smiles. We were sitting outside, eating our lunches on the lonely bleachers all the way at the opposite end of the football field from where the jocks chose to spend their lunch hour. They were there now, most of the football team, and a few basketball players. I could spot Martin and Tristan easily.
I was pulled out of my thoughts when Zack asked me, "Did Eva say anything to you this morning?"
I glanced at him but didn't answer right away, buying time by pulling a piece of lettuce out of my sandwich and sticking it in my mouth. I had seen Eva once this morning. It didn't seem like she had been trying to catch my attention or apologize, so I ignor
