Lunch on Tuesday is tense. Everyone but Maddox seems to be aware of my feelings, or so it seems. I don't really want to round them all up and ask, but whenever I so much as glance towards the green eyed boy, everyone at the table snickers and giggles. No matter how much I glare and glower, they still laugh. Maddox, who grows frustrated of the laughter, leaves early. I expect them all to ask me about whatever it is that's on their minds but they remain silent. For a second, I consider that maybe the laughter was directed at Maddox and that's why he left but I quickly redirect my thoughts to my English midterm.
When last period comes around, Maddox waits for me to gather my stuff before we make our way to his car. We pass Winona on the way and she winks before loudly saying: "Don't make out
