I thought about ditching him, I really did.
Maybe I could make a run for my room, pretend I forgot, pretend I didn’t hear him, pretend I suddenly lost the ability to understand English—whatever it took to avoid this situation.
But before I could so much as push my chair back to start to put my daring escape plan into motion, Ryan casually stood from the table, stretched, and said, “Come talk to me outside.”
Just like that. Like it wasn’t even a big deal. Like I wasn’t already mentally spiraling, trying to figure out what the hell he could possibly want.
Caleb’s head snapped up immediately, his eyes flicking between us, narrowing slightly.
“Should I come—” he started, pushing his plate back like he was already getting ready to follow, but Ryan shut that down before he even had the chan
