M A S O N
JAMES WALKED inside shortly after. I was waiting at my locker, since I decided to look for my phone.
Questions were racing through my head – who was he talking to? Why was he so mad? Why did it look like Emily was going to approach him?
I was tempted to ask him, but I had a feeling this was something I shouldn't get involved in, even if curiosity was eating me from within.
"Lunch was s**t today. I don't even know why they sell it," James started rambling.
I shrugged my shoulders, unable to form any kind of answer – my mind was too busy thinking about everything.
"How do those lunch-ladies have their job? I'm pretty sure they're trying to poison the school." He went on.
I nodded this time, since if I shrugged it would seem like I wasn't paying attention to whatever James
