Danny's POV
The rain was coming down so hard it felt like the sky was trying to drown the entire campus. I stood there, shivering in my soaked pink sweatshirt, staring at Noah Sinclair like he had just grown a second head. He was holding that massive pink umbrella over me, his own shoulder getting absolutely drenched as the water sluiced off the fabric and onto his expensive suit.
"What do you want, Noah?" I shouted over a crack of thunder. My voice was shaky, and I hated it. I was tired of being the mouse in everyone’s game.
He didn't move. He didn't even blink as the rain matted his blonde hair to his forehead. "I want you, Danny."
It wasn't a question. It was a statement of fact. Like he had already decided it and was just waiting for me to catch up.
I let out a dry, jagged laugh
