12: GOD CRISIS“Hey there, Mel-o-dramatic!” Benji said, sitting next to her in the cafeteria.
“You just made that up?” she asked as she unzipped her backpack.
“On the spot. Didn’t even have to put any effort into it.”
Melissa rolled her eyes. “Clever.” She reached in to grab her brown-bagged lunch. Her fingers grazed an added item—and then another—that she knew hadn’t been in here during her morning classes. She peered inside the top unsealed portion of her backpack, past her lunch. She slammed her bag shut and scanned the room as she slid her bag from the table onto the floor and underneath her seat.
“Something try to bite you?” Benji asked.
“Nah. Just pissed that I left my lunch at the house. Sorry.”
“I’ll go grab ya something. I’m headin’ up there anyway.”
She nodded—anything to m
