All through lunch, Jack finds himself watching Iona from his table. There's no trace of the uncertainty he felt in her mind during math, no sign she had been anything but happy from the moment she opened her eyes this morning.
Chris and Aden join me soon after he's sat down.
"Okay spill," Chris says before he's even in his seat.
"What?" Jack asks still distracted by her, and he sees Jesse drape his arm lazily around her.
"Oh no man, one of you first has to explain what this means." Aden drops Jack's workbook on the table, open on the page they'd written on during physics.
"It's nothing," Jack says still hurt by the fact that she doesn't, and can't, even know what that means for them.
"No. If it was nothing then Chris, the master of cool, here wouldn't have lost it in physics and scored us all an extra worksheet of reactions to balance before tomorrow." Aden protests.
"Don't you mean Monday?" Jack asks, finally looking away from her.
