Chuck suddenly spun around so fast, knocking me off balance. “Shut up! Damn!â€? He screamed in my face and I jumped back in fear. It took him a second to control his anger. Then, he looked down ashamed and whispered, “Sorry.â€?

“It’s … okay.â€? I gasped quietly. In my mind, I was imagining the fierceness of his expression. I was imagining how angry he’d gotten so quickly over … nothing.

“I am truly sorry.â€? He said and I gaped at how polite he became in the next seconds. Mood swings, I see. In the same polite voice, he told me, “We’re going to this nice room in the back of the library. Unless you came up with an idea?â€?

“Um no.â€? I was still in shock. “I guess that’s fine.â€?

What is wrong with him?