Of course, he caught me and pulled me to the front row.
To my horror, I spotted Rick in the corner, glaring daggers at me as if he wished he could swallow me whole.
Finally, the class ended, and I let out a sigh of relief, but just as I did, a shadow loomed over me.
No, wait—two shadows.
I looked up to see Andrew's smile, paired with Rick's incredulous expression.
"Want to grab a bite?" Andrew asked, his tone casual.
"Thanks, but I'll just have my brother take me out to eat," I quickly replied, trying to avoid any awkwardness.
Rick, clearly worried I might blurt out something embarrassing again, slid next to me and discreetly pinched my side, just like when we were kids.
It reminded me of the time I accidentally broke a vase and threatened to blame him in front of Mom, pinching him to keep him quiet.
I stifled a wince and forced a smile. "Yeah, Rick can take me out."
In my mind, I was already plotting how to tell our parents about Rick's antics when we got home for the holidays.
But Andrew wasn't having any of it.
"I'm still getting familiar with the cafeteria here. If you don't mind, could you show me around? I'd love to know which food stalls are the best."