“True! - nervous - very, very nervous I had been and am; but why will you say that I am mad?”
By lunchtime, Andre had had enough of the tension between himself and his friends. It was time to make amends, whether they liked it or not. He grabbed his tray from the counter and made sure it was balanced on top of his black leather-bound book, The Collected Works of Edgar Allen Poe, before marching over to their usual table, where Will and Hector were already seated.
The thought made him falter mid-stride, but recovered quick. That wasn’t what he wanted to do. He wanted to make up with them peacefully and get things back to normal. And anyway, what right did he have to attack them when he was the one who’d been acting weird in the first place? Even if he couldn’t explain his behavior, he knew he was the one at fault.