GRABBING MY LUNCH SACK, I debated how to spend the next forty-five minutes. Zander was probably already waiting for me on the quad, and I should reassure him that my Isaac problem had been resolved. But he would ask questions, and I didn't want to rehash what had just happened. Whatever I'd seen in Isaac's face had taken up residence in my stomach like some alien parasite. I rubbed it absently, wondering what was wrong with me. Probably karma, I thought with a guilty twist of my lips. Because I'd hurt a nice guy.
Why did Isaac have to take it so hard? It wasn't like there had ever been anything between us.
The strange nausea disappeared and my stomach growled. My rumbling, bipolar body reminded me that I hadn't eaten much breakfast this morning because Dad had served it with a lecture
