Matt's face drained of color as he felt all the blood rush out of it. A cold sweat began to bead on his forehead, and his entire body stiffened. His throat felt tight and itchy, and his mouth had gone dry. He knew he was in deep trouble, even without anyone telling him so.
With a trembling voice, he tried to sound nonchalant. "What's up, guys?" he asked, hoping to throw them off his trail.
But Erica's raised eyebrow and the similar expressions on everyone else's faces told him that he had failed miserably. Nadia stood behind him, her disapproving gaze making it clear that there was no escape.
Matt was effectively cornered, and he knew it. So he did the only thing he could do: he decided to cooperate with the ambushers. "I can explain everything," he said hastily. "But... I'm actually really exhausted. Like, seriously tired. Haha..."
