When I got up, Bryan joined me.He twined our hands together and led the way through the cafeteria.
“I can carry my bag,” I said.
“I’m good,” he replied simply, glancing at me briefly before pushing open the door and letting me go through.
Chapter Nine
As promised, afterschool, Bryan brought me home.
Or at least I thought he was until he turned left instead of right on a street.
“Where are we going?”I asked.
“A detour,” he said, tapping at the steering wheel.
“A good one?”
He smiled.“Yeah, I think you’ll like it.”
Then he went back to tapping the steering wheel again.Bryan always got fidgety when he wanted to ask me something, and though he was driving, I could tell he was working himself up to whatever it was he wanted to ask.
“Bryan.”
“Yes.”
“Just ask me.”
“How...”
“Really?”I raised an eyebrow and pointed at his tapping fingers.
He scowled at his hands for daring to betray him as he forced them to be still.
“So?”I gently asked.
“My parents are doing a Sunday brunch celebration of something or another.And I was able to get the guest list.”
