There was a creeping suspicion in the back of Maddison's mind about Case's<i>'plan'</i>and what it was. Just something in the way Case slung his arm over his shoulders that had Mads replaying their earlier conversation to see if anything stood out as painfully obvious. A creeping suspicion that he didn't know what to do with. Especially not with Everett trailing so closely behind. A part of him hoped that he was wrong. He wanted to be wrong. Because if he was right and Case's plan involved a ridiculous deal of lying, Mads knew it wouldn't sit right with him. Withholding the truth was one thing, but blatantly lying to his friend's faces was a whole nother ball game. One that he didn't much want to be a participant of.<br/><br/>So the moment Everett stepped away to go get Jules, Mads turned to Case looking anything but amused as he said, his voice lowered, "I'd love to hear this<i>explanation</i>of yours." Being dragged into something he had no idea about left him uneasy, especially when Case was the mastermind behind it all. He wanted-- no, needed to know even if Mads really didn't want to talk about this in the middle of the school hall and with the other two so near by, it was really pushing it.<br/><br/>And as is if to drive the point home, the art room door open and Mads took a small step back away from Case as Jules stepped out, looking almost like he hadn't expected them to be there. He noted the glare that the brunette directed Case's way. He was still pissed at him then.<br/><br/>Mads nudged Case in his side, muttering sharply under his breath, "You'd better fucking apologize." Yea sure, the two of them keeping their relationship a secret for a whole damn year still stung something awful and probably would for awhile— hell, if he was being completely honest it got under his skin like a burrowing swarm of angry hornets—but that still didn't make it okay for Case to lose his shit the way that he did.<br/><br/>Noticing Evie's dejected slump, Maddison caught himself grinding his teeth in an effort not to do anything stupid, rash, anything that would give him away. He hated seeing the other boy look so lost. Or more accurately, hated that there was nothing he could do about it. But instead of letting himself agonize over it, he jammed his hands in his pockets and hurried to catch up with Jules. Everett had made his own bed, and now he'd have to sleep in it.