#Chapter 8 The Good-looking Boy

The next day, the clear weather helped pull me out of my simmering anger. I had more chemistry today, but the three hour botany course was what my mind dwelled on instead. Nothing to get excited about with chemistry anyway -- I'd never been good at the math half of it. Raf and Leon waited to have lunch with me even though they must surely have been hungry, and I gratefully joined them and heard out their new gossip for the day. Something about Ken Joseph again -- he was hosting a student lecture in the business school that Leon was raring to attend. Raf was joining him purely for the 'scenery' but he didn't seem to mind even that. When they both invited me as well, I didn't have the heart to turn it down even though that was far from my major or interests. So here I was, sitting in one of the grand lecture halls of the business school. We were sitting in the front row since Raf had insisted on going forty-five minutes early expressly to get the best seats for 'viewing,' and n