I looked at the clock for the hundredth time this class to see that it was 8:25.
The note I got in my locker said that the person would be waiting for me at the back of school at 8:30. There's only five more minutes left. Should I go? Maybe going isn't a good idea. If I go, then that could ruin my whole identity. I could be outnumbered since I don't know how many people are going to show up.
I've fought people while being outnumbered countless times before, but this time, I'm getting a bad feeling about all this.
"Why do you seem so tense?" Chris asked me.
"What do you mean? I'm not tense at all." Chris rolled his eyes at this.
"You keep on tapping your feet and clicking your pen."
I immediately stopped tapping with my foot and put the pen down.
"So are you g
