Sick TrickyFish

Chris pursed his lips together and glared at Lance as he crossed his arms over his chest. He shook his head and clamped his jaw shut. He shifted his weight in the seat. Uncrossed and recrossed his legs and shook his head. Lance wasn’t going to make him. Uh uh, no way.

“Chris,” Lance said firmly.

Chris shook his head again. He was getting a cramp in his jaw from holding it shut so tightly. ( . . .  )