Chapter 5We returned to the kitchen, but Steven kept right on walking.
“Where are you going?” I asked.
“Be right back,” he replied as we watched him disappear from sight.
Mack and Ralph took a seat across from me, the smiles instantly vanishing from their handsome faces, or, in Mack’s case, pretty face.
“What’s wrong now?” I asked, my stomach sinking just a bit further, thereby nearly dragging the floor.
“Him,” replied Ralph, pointing in Steven’s direction rather disdainfully. “Look up ‘prick’ in the dictionary, and that’s your definition right there.”
I couldn’t help but giggle. “Trust me,” I said, knowingly, “there aren’t enough words in Webster’s to do it or him justice.” I rested my hands on the tabletop before adding, “He saved your life, you know.”
Ralph nodded. “But not after
