After twirling my fork around the spaghetti that Callan had made for dinner, I nervously glanced up at him. When I had made it up to his classroom earlier, I hadn’t had much of a chance to tell him about Gunther. He had wanted to leave right away.
But I didn’t want to hide this from Callan.
Especially after Skylar’s death, Gunther terrified me. I had barely said a few words to him my entire life, yet he had met me at Walmart the other day and forced me to walk around with him, he had been staring at me nonstop in Literature, so much so that Callan moved our seats, and now … he had waited for me outside of the room where I volunteered.
“What is it, Sakura?” Callan asked.
I glanced up from my plate and swallowed a mouthful of pasta. “Um … today, I was tutoring someone for Biology in the
