I was tired of fighting with them. They wouldn’t leave me be until they had said whatever it was they wanted to say.
“Ok,” I said wanting to get it over with.
“Where are Zaya and Eli?” I asked.
“They’re in Visual Arts Class,” said Noah as though that were obvious.
It dawned on me that I really knew nothing about the Quads, not even the subjects they took or what their schedule was like.
I followed the elder two. They led me to the gardens. Our school had beautiful sprawling grounds filled with flowering plants. There was a maze made of garden hedges with benches dotting the path every twenty-five feet or so. Jonah and Noah sat on a bench in the shade of the hedge and they motioned for me to sit between them.
“You ok?” Asked Noah, referencing the fight.
“No,” I muttered.
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