DENVER’S POV
“Denver.”
“Jesus Christ.”
I jumped back at the bathroom door with fright.
I looked up and saw Ron standing before me.
I held my chest. “Jesus Christ.”
For a minute I thought that guy who had attacked me on the night of the party had come back for me.
“Please don’t do that again Ron. You scared the living day light out of me.” I scared as I tucked my hair behind my hair and started walking ahead.
I need to talk to you Denver.” Ron said.
“What where you waiting for me at the bathroom door?” I asked him not really being serious.
“Yes. I saw you get in. I had to stand and wait for you to come out. I was not sure if I was going to be able to see you again.” He said to me.
I looked up at him in disgust. I had really thought he had just by change bumped into me. Now he
