"I really wanted to punch you, you know." Tasha sends a glare my way as we walk to our table out of the cafeteria.

"Yeah sunshine, you're supposed to tell us things. Not hide things from us." Jackson backs her up absent-mindedly, as he types furiously on his phone.

"Yes! We're your best friends. And now you don't want us to beat her up." Tasha says, puffing air from her nose as she plops down on one of the bleachers.

"Please don't beat up anyone Tasha," I laugh at her anger, "Same goes for you Jackson. No funny play."

"Tasha's the male here, not me." Jackson shrugs a smile on...