"Scared you?" he asks with his hands in his pockets
"Scared you?" he asks with his hands in his pockets.
"Y-yeah," I say as I fold my arms across my chest.
"Good," he grits his teeth and I crease my eyebrows in confusion. "Don't be too friendly with him. Or any guy for that matter."
He turns and walks towards the stairs, leaving me stunned. I don't know who this is, but it's certainly not the same Kian I spoke to online. I walk up the stairs and knock on his room. He doesn't answer. I knock for the second time but all I hear is muffled voices. I open his door slowly and see him seated by a table like mine, except that his is navy blue.
"Hey," I whisper. He glances at me but doesn't say anything. "Where's Cara?"
"She left."
"When?" How could she leave and not tell me? Of course we ar
