JORDAN’S ARMS WERE trembling as he forced his legs to move, one foot in front of another. Why was he doing this? He’d barely been in the Hall for an hour and he was already going over to his friends?
What had gotten into him?
As he stepped closer he could see Elliot and Travis sitting at the furthest table. Loners, they never socialized with anyone else.
They both turned to look at him, as did almost everyone he walked past. His knees went weak as he walked and he could hear the pounding of his own heart in his ears.
Why are you doing this? Screamed a voice in his head that told him that running away was by far his best option. But as he stepped closer and recognised the anger and hurt on his friends’ faces, he knew he was doing the right thing.
“Can I sit down?” He asked.
“Don’t you
