“So, you don’t talk much?” Nate asked.
“I guess not,” I replied, attempting and failing in concentrating on my assignment.
“Why did you laugh at Layton?” I asked Nate.
Since he’d struck up a conversation first, I figured I could ask.
“I wasn’t laughing at him. I was laughing to myself, at something he did,” he replied, giving me a smug look.
I stared at Nate, not amused by his comment.
“Let’s just say we differ in ideas,” he tried explaining.
“Whose ideas are right?” I questioned.
His comment wasn’t making any sense to me, but I had to admit I was intrigued.
“I think ours are, but I might be biased,” he admitted, grinning.
Micah chuckled at him and continued doing his work.
“When you say ‘ours’, who are you talking about?”
“Hmm… I guess I’m talking about Micah, Zev, me, and a f
