CHAD
Earl and I were having our lunch in the cafeteria when my phone vibrated from my pocket. I pulled it and it was Hans texting me if we were inside the world war three—err the cafeteria, I mean.
I typed my reply and then which table we were specifically. I slipped my phone back in my pocket and I frowned when Earl was looking at me. I raised my shoulders to ask him why he was looking.
"Was he checking if you already had your lunch?" He said and I wanted to laugh. I know he was talking about Brett.
"No, it was Hans." I said and he nodded then continued eating his lunch.
I just noticed that Earl wasn't so Earl that day. He was good at hiding what he feels but the small frown still lingered in his forehead.
Did they had a fight?
"You okay?"
"Yeah."
Of course, he'll lie.
"You don'
