Chapter 12: Just Lunch

The cramp in Everly’s hand was beginning to prevent her from writing any more Montana facts in her notebook. Thankfully, just before her fingers fell off, the bell rang.

Everything happened so quickly. Mr. Donald flipped the lights on, crossing back to turn off the movie while he shouted, “We’ll pick up there tomorrow.” All of the other students got up, headed for the door like the room was on fire, while Everly was still in the process of closing her notebook and gathering up her stuff. Did no one else take notes? They must’ve all been experts on Montana history having lived here their whole lives.

She’d just turned to give Jack his pencil back when he got up from his seat and charged down the row. “Do you want your—.” The rest of the words died in her throat.

Over his shoulder, he snarled, “Keep it.”

Everly dropped her hand, which she’d stretched out to hand him the pencil. Shocked