“Why the change of heart?”
I tried my best to sound casual as I focused on writing the date as neatly as I possibly could in the corner of the blank page so that I didn’t have to look at Blake.
I wanted to know exactly what had happened to make him take this seriously when he hadn’t cared about school a few days ago because my imagination was already running wild.
“I just…” he looked around us again, checking that we were still not being observed, “Maybe we can talk about this on Friday, yeah?”
I shrugged casually, even though I really needed to know what had happened now I was sure that there really had been something.
“Yeah. Friday…”
I stared at the page.
I had written the date, but I still had no idea what the project was going to be about. I hadn’t been listening when Blake sta
