He’s watching. Not laughing. Not moving. Just… watching. Like this isn’t his problem. Like I’m not his issue. Next to him, Ryker doesn’t even pretend to look away. His expression is unreadable — closed off and cold while everyone else laughs, my arms move to cover my chest and without waiting another second. I turn and run.
I crash through the cafeteria doors, needing to escape when I slam into someone just outside.
The impact nearly has me bouncing off the doors when I smack into a hard chest. Strong hands grip my arms, steadying me and a second later I am smashed with his scent.
Lucas Cross.
He catches me before I fall.
“Whoa,” he says, steadying me. “What the hell happened to you?”
I shove him. “Don’t,” I snap. “For once, just f**k off.”
He doesn’t move as I storm past him, head
