I stepped closer to his side, tilting my head up to look at him. He was still staring at Dustin, his expression hard and unyielding. If I wasn’t mistaken, he looked downright pissed.
Did something happen in their meeting? Did he and James argue? But that didn’t make sense— they’d just won the game, so there was no reason for him to be in such a foul mood.
“Hey? Are we leaving now?” I asked.
“I gotta go too,” Dustin suddenly said.
I turned to him and gave a small nod.
He gave me a faint smile before turning to Garett with a serious nod, then walked away.
My gaze followed him until his figure disappeared and blended into the crowd leaving the arena.
*****
“He touched you, didn’t he?” Garett asked once we reached the parking lot.
Was that why he looked like he wanted to strangle Dus
