“You?” His grin turned into a leer and he looked me up and down. “You can take ‘em.”
“There are four of them.”
He shrugged again. “You could still take ‘em. I heard about your rumble with Tate at that cabin party. You’re tougher than you look. I think its cause you’ve got runners’ legs. Might look stringy, but damn there are muscles there. If anything, you could just run in circles or run away. They won’t catch you.”
“Not helping,” I growled before I started to move past him. He had wasted enough of my time.
“Okay, hey, hey. Stop. Please.” He backtracked in front of me with his hands held in the air. I started another way, but he blocked me. “Please, Sam. I’m embarrassed about this and I don’t know who else to talk to. You and me are different.”
“I know. There is no ‘you and me.’”
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