As he was dumping his books in his locker before heading to lunch, JJ spotted Milton out of the corner of his eye. He’d seen the kid a number of times the past few days. Milton was a junior, but Maggie had said he’d skipped a couple of grades. Previously, when he’d seen Milton hanging around, JJ hadn’t said anything, but this time decided to call the guy over.
“Hey, Milton. You heading to lunch?”
The kid started in alarm.
JJ slammed his locker closed and approached Milton, who shied away.
“You okay?” JJ asked.
“Uh, yeah. Doing good. Thanks.” He took a couple peeks at JJ, but for the most part stared down at his own shoes.
“So, unless you’ve got other plans, you want to eat lunch with me?” Normally JJ ate with the members of the baseball team who shared his lunch period, but he guess
