I spent the rest of the day sinking into my thoughts. Mr. Joe Anderson was mad at me for agreeing to tutor Nathan.
Seeing him so furious killed something inside me. And I wanna fix that. I wanna appease him. But it'd mean telling the Professor that I didn't want to tutor Nathan.
But I can't do that. I might have enough nerves to challenge my peers but I don't have enough to flatly refuse an elder. And also, if he asks for reasons, what do I say? What do I tell him?
I don't know what to do. I'm restless. Sad. Nervous. Anxious!
After much thinking, I came to a decision.
The last class ended and I left the hall with just one destination in mind. The boys' locker room.
Nathan had to be there. I needed to talk to him. I stepped inside and was momentarily frozen by the number of guys
