“You sure you’re okay?” “Fine,” I squeak out. But for some reason there are tears in my eyes. I am not crying in front of him again. Freddy, as usual, sees right through my lie. Yet he doesn’t call it out. Instead, he shuts his textbook, a move that has me double-checking my watch and the loud clock on the wall. “I have an idea,” he says, palms flat on the table as he leans slightly over it. “Why don’t we skip class?”
