I didn't even notice that Maddox's father entered the house. I guess I was so busy trying to reteach Maddox concepts from October that I completely ignored him. I only realize when Mrs. Finnegan calls us for dinner, which is at about six o'clock. Maddox and I put our stuff down and I decide to ask him a question. "Should I say I'm your friend? Or your classmate?" I trail as I rub my hands on my skirt, which I'm still wearing. He still has his uniform on too, thankfully.
He rolls his eyes at me. "What would you call me if your parents asked about me?" he asks.
"A piece of sh—," I begin but Abel's voice cuts off my sentence.
"Dinner!" Abel yells like a 1950's housewife.
Maddox glares at me when he realizes what I was going to say. I simply grin at him and follow him into the kitchen. The
