Chris has wanted to work on the project and torture me during lunch, but I had politely declined and decided that we would do some work later.
Bri and Belly had started sitting with us at lunch, which gave us less time to talk about the team and our plans for the future. But that was fine, because we were finally able to enjoy the company of girls. Every once and awhile, Elle would even come and join us because both Belly and Ashton were there. I felt bad for Michael because Meg only knew him as a superhero, and not as who he usually was at school or during the rest of the day.He wanted to spend time with her so badly, so the history project was a good thing. He wouldn’t say anything about what had happened during the working period that they’d had together, but he seemed pretty happy.
I was in the lunch line with Bri when I told her about my project with Christ.
"That is ridiculous!” She exclaimed. “Mrs. Patron is so awful for making you work with him.”
"I know," I frowned.
We got our lunches and went to go sit at our table, our group was growing rapidly. I sat between Ashton and Bri, and Ashton was acting a little weird that day.
"Ash, are you okay?" Elle asked him.
"Yeah, I’m fine." He replied, but we all could tell that it most definitely was not.
The rest of the day went pretty soundlessly. Bri wanted to hang out, but I told her I had some things to do, which was true.
I had started working on my new pot of hair gel, because I was already running out I had given each of the boys some because we were all in this together and I thought we should all have a bit of what had changed us.
Since I had broken my best beaker with my strength, I had taken one of my mom’s glasses from our kitchen to use as a substitute. All of our glassware was identical, so it wasn’t like she was going to miss it.
I let it sizzle in the beaker as I put in the ingredients, taking it all in once again.
My night was boring after that, but at somewhere near one in the morning, Ashton knocked on my window.
