Dean's footsteps echo behind me as we walk down the hall, louder than mine, and much slower, messing up the beat I was making in my head from the sound of our steps.
Tch.
"This is ridiculous," I hiss, finally breaking the silence between us and glancing over my shoulder. "Will you follow me to the bathroom too? Though it won't matter to you, because you like d***s better."
"As long it's Mr Kane's order," he sighs, "yes."
"Doesn't it annoy you though? I mean, you hate me because I'm close to your crush–"
"It's a fake–"
"–and even though it's fake," I glance over my shoulder again, cutting him off sharply. "I'm still closer to him than you've ever gotten. So why are you happy to baby sit me?"
His steps quicken until he's by my side and I look up to meet his eyes. He looks mildly irri
