I pleaded silently with the blue-eyed boy, begging him not to say anything that would embarrass me in front of Phoveous. He wiggled his brows in response, ignoring the desperation in my eyes.
"What?" Phoveous finally snapped over the silence of the room.
"How did it feel finally getting some gravy for your sausage?" Hanz finally asked, and if I could've snapped my own neck then and there I would've.
Phoveous moved his head in an upwards motion, in a I-see-what-you're- talking about the way.
"Felt great, thanks for asking." He answered chirpily, a grin on his face, as he passed the popcorn bags around.
"Oh my god, I hate all of you, you're all so embarrassing," I buried my head in my hands again, wishing I'd just dissolve into nothing.
Phoveous pulled me in and snorted. "You want me
