The terrace.
That's where I thought we were going to, but seeing Adam take a detour into the garden right after the terrace was a huge stop in the show.
My movements slowed until it came to an abrupt halt. Why the garden? What is going on there?
I looked around me. There was no student or teacher in plain sight. Everyone was busy eating their lunches and I was here following an ex bully, or still bully-who knows what he has in stock for me into a garden I haven't been in since ninth grade.
"Coming or not?" Adam questioned., his face blank of emotions. He must have noticed that I wasn't following him up.
I couldn't tell if he was happy, sad, frustrated or whatever. His handsome face was just void of feelings. He could be talking about the weather for all I knew.
"Where are we going to?" I asked him, drawing invisible lines on my jacket, slipping my hands into the pockets out of habit.
I was nervous; like so nervous.
