I sized him up - he was taller than me by about an inch and a half. Argh, he could beat me up easily. He looked like a football player.
Martin (what a weird name, I thought to myself with a private smirk) nodded at me. "So you're Zack, huh?" he asked a little less than pleasantly.
My jaw tightened. "Yeah. Got a problem with that?"
"Zack!" Winter said, frowning at me.
"No," Martin replied tersely. A blatant lie. He turned to Winter. "I've gotta run, babe -" What the - ?! Babe? "- but I'll see you later. Call me?"
"Yeah, I will," Winter said, glaring at me. "Bye Martin."
He left, pushing into my shoulder roughly and muttering under his breath so only I could hear, "Watch it, Crowne."
I growled after him and looked back at Winter. "Who's he ?" I whispered fiercely.
"He's Martin! God,
