Nathan clicked his tongue, grabbed his bag, and hurried after the boy.
"Hey! Your lunch box!" Nathan shouted, walking faster until he caught up with Zane.
Zane stopped, turned around with a lazy look, and stared at the lunch box in Nathan's hand. "Just throw it away. I don't need it."
Nathan fell silent, feeling awkward now. He should have thanked him, but he found it difficult to say the words.
"I didn't know you why gave me a lunch box, but thank you," Nathan said.
Zane looked at Nathan with the same expressionless gaze, which Nathan thought was pretentious. "It's yesterday's leftovers. I wanted to throw it away, but I thought you might want to eat it."
Nathan's eyes widened instantly. "What? You gave me stale food? You deliberately poisoned me?"
He regretted thinking that this boy could change for the better and that they could be friends. In fact, he couldn't. He took back the small praise he had almost given him.
