For the remainder of the day, Maddox tries to avoid me. Normally, I'd have dropped the question like a hot tamale, but after the strong evidence I received from Abel, I think it's cute how he's dodging the question. Whenever we make eye contact in class, I raise one of my eyebrows and, after explaining to him briefly over text what it means, he soon grows frustrated at my little motion. When lunch comes around, I trail him down to the cafeteria and don't even try to keep my distance.
"So my straight answer," I propose as I fell in step beside him in the lunch line.
"So my theory," Maddox responds with a short glance at me from the corner of his eye. He watches me choose tuna salad for lunch. "That's going to give you bad breath."
"What? It's not like anyone's going to be kissing me, am
