Theodore
“Hey there,” my lips hurt as I fight to keep my smile upright and push down the urge to retreat and run out of the room again.
The hulkish man, I definitely had a feverish dream about beating him senseless, steps closer with a scrunched-up expression.
I try to read it to find out if he is about to attack me, but it seems unreadable, as disgust certainly doesn’t match the situation.
“Baxter, right?” He grumbles, his Adam's apple bumping as his throat seems to revolt at the words he wants to force out of his mouth.
And still he wasn’t that shy to talk to me in the cafeteria.
I gulp, continuing to grin at him like an i***t, my stomach trying to transform its walls into iron to fend off the fatal blow coming for it. “Uh-huh.”
My fingers itch, and I clench my fists to prev
