POV: Adan Bradford
We were having lunch during the recess; Calla, who was picking on her food and seeming stressed about something I didn’t have a single idea of, Derek, who had invited himself to our table, and myself, who had just finished eating my food and was busy cleaning my mouth with a napkin.
“You eat like a wolf,” Derek commented, shaking his head at me.
“In case you have forgotten, I am a wolf,” I retorted, wearing a slick smile.
Calla chuckled softly.
“Finally, I’ve gotten to see that beautiful smile of yours today,” I said.
“What do you mean? Haven’t I smiled all through the day?” She asked.
“Well, you haven’t. You’ve just seemed lost in thoughts and you’ve been picking on your food. I just didn’t want to say anything because I felt you needed time and space to clear yo
