Boarding School Rules

Burger Dissecting and That Stupid Hat

We meet the rest of the guys at the restaurant and they ask us what had happened, and why we had to leave so suddenly.

“I blame Connor’s sucky gulf skills,” I say looking over at him.

“I’m pretty sure you mean awesome,” Connor says stealing one of the fries off of my plate.

“I know what I meant,” I say smacking his hand. “And do not take any of my fries?”

“So what exactly did happen?” Bryce asks raising his eyebrows.

I notice that I came here with him, to this school and all, and I have barely been hanging out with him. Connor starts explaining about how it was his turn, and I helped him even though he did not know why.

“Because you were having issues,” I say interrupting. He sticks his hand in my face and continues on.

“I know he is terrible,” Tyler leans over and whispers to me.

“Thank you,” I whisper back.

Connor continues about my ball rolling down the hill, and how I went after it, and fell in and he came in the water too.

“Sounds eventful,” Damian says.

“You have no idea,” I say as I take the bun off of my cheeseburger and remove the lettuce, tomato, onions, and pickles.

“Are you dissecting it?” Connor asks while observing me and my burger.

“I just do not like all of that stuff,” I tell him. “There is more salad on there than burger.”

“Tyler does that all the time,” Damian says.

“You know I do not like onions and tomatoes,” Tyler says. “And the crunchiness of the pickles and lettuce does not taste right with the burger.”

“Because that makes sense,” Connor says rolling his eyes.

“So do you like salad?” I ask Tyler.

“Oh yeah,” he replies. “I just do not like it all mixed up with my burger.”

“Someone finally gets me,” I say.

The rest of the guys get into their own conversations, that are none burger and salad morphed together related, except for Tyler and I.

“I need to ask you something later,” I whisper to Tyler so no one else hears.

“Wait to make me nervous,” Tyler whispers back smiling.

We all finish eating our dinners after thirty minutes, and we decide to walk back to our dorms. When we walk outside, I feel a hand land on my shoulder. I turn around and see Tyler.

“What did you need to ask me?” he says.

I look behind me and make sure that Connor is far enough ahead so he does not hear.

“Connor was wearing this gray VANS snapback,” I tell him.

“What about it?” Tyler asks.

“There is something really important about that hat,” I say.

“And…”

“C’mon Tyler,” I start. “I know you know something.”

He looks over my shoulder, and I’m guessing he is looking for Connor.

“Look,” he says focusing his attention back on me. “It is just a very important hat that has a special meaning behind it.”

“I have figured that out,” I say.

“If he wanted to tell you, he would have,” Tyler explains.

“Okay,” I say holding my hands up. “I just wanted to figure out if you knew anything.”

“Ask him for yourself,” Tyler says walking past me.

Okay, trying to undercover this hat issue is going to be harder than I thought. If no one wants to tell me anything about it, then so be it. I’m going to have to figure it out on my own.