Chapter 4
Jameson felt awful. His brain-to-mouth filter was obviously nonfunctioning, and he’d offended and upset the one person he really didn’t want to offend and upset. After mentally berating himself, he sprinted after Avery, hoping to make sure Avery knew just how sorry he was.
But Jameson lost him and kicked the wall in frustration, hard enough to leave a black scuff from the sole of his boot. All right. Time to move to Plan B. Well, first he’d have to make a Plan B, and then he could implement it.
He grabbed a sandwich and a soda for lunch and sat in a relatively quiet corner of the cafeteria. He ate, thought, and made a few notes. Between one bite and the next, Jameson glanced up. His breath caught. Avery was in the line, picking out his lunch. Jameson couldn’t tear his gaze awa
