Blake.
The hallway behind the gym was dim and reeked of dust and sweat—perfect for secrets and sins.
I leaned against the lockers, arms folded tightly across my chest, eyes fixed on the peeling paint across from me. It was freezing in here. Or maybe it was just him.
Lawrence.
He stood a few feet away, watching me like a wolf watches a limping deer—too patient, too quiet.
Unsettling in all the ways that mattered.
“Well?” he asked at last. “How’s my little charity project going? Zee’s best friend yet?”
I clenched my jaw. “We’re not exactly there… but we’re getting close. She trusts me enough to talk now.”
He smirked, stepping forward. “Progress. That’s what I like to hear.”
I didn’t smile back. there was no need to, not when I couldnt understand why he was so keen on hurting on Ze
