(Luca)
I dragged Jackson down the hall until we found an empty classroom. He didn't fight me, which honestly made me more worried. The Jackson I knew would have at least complained about being pulled around like a kid.
I shut the door behind us and turned to face him. He was standing there with his hands shoved in his pockets, staring at the floor like it held all the answers to his problems.
"Alright," I said, crossing my arms. "What's going on with you?"
He shrugged without looking up. "Nothing."
"Don't give me that." I stepped closer, making sure he couldn't avoid me. "You've been acting like a zombie. You barely said two words at lunch, and Avery's starting to notice."
That got his attention. His head snapped up, eyes meeting mine for the first time since we'd sat down to eat. "W
