Chapter 8-02

“So, you don’t talk much?” Nate asked. “I guess not,” I replied, attempting and failing in concentrating on my assignment. “Why did you laugh at Layton?” I asked Nate. Since he’d struck up a conversation first, I figured I could ask. “I wasn’t laughing at him. I was laughing to myself, at something he did,” he replied, giving me a smug look. I stared at Nate, not amused by his comment. “Let’s just say we differ in ideas,” he tried explaining. “Whose ideas are right?” I questioned. His comment wasn’t making any sense to me, but I had to admit I was intrigued. “I think ours are, but I might be biased,” he admitted, grinning. Micah chuckled at him and continued doing his work. “When you say ‘ours’, who are you talking about?” “Hmm… I guess I’m talking about Micah, Zev, me, and a few other friends,” he explained, looking at me expectant