Lunch was chaos. After Noah and André had managed to slither themselves out of Coach Sullivan’s iron grip and persuasions, it was finally Ino’s time to shine.
But somehow, the news got out that Ino was paying and now the gang are huddled around their table, eating away all of Ino’s allowance for the entire week. It was bad enough for him to be feeding André when the man practically has the appetite of an elephant — but for him to be feeding Barney and friends, too? That’s gotta hurt.
“Wylan, why the f**k are you here?” Ino hissed as he slapped his hands away from André’s box of spicy chicken.
Wylan, who had managed to grab hold of one of the drumsticks, only pouted at him, his mouth still full of pizza. “You said you’re gonna be paying for everyone’s meal.”
“I didn’t say I would be—” A
