“Why are you with my sister?” Elliot asked Garett, brows knitted tightly.
He pulled me over to his side and draped an arm around me. I ended up between him and Peter, who suddenly cracked his knuckles.
“We’re not together, E,” I quickly explained. “We just happened to run into each other at the university waiting shed. I had the notes he needed for one of our shared subjects, so in return, he offered to take me home.”
I don’t think I sounded like I was lying, right? I rarely lie—only when the situation really calls for it, like now. I don’t have guy friends, and they know I don’t really hang around boys. I just didn’t want them getting the wrong idea about me and Garett.
Elliot gave Garett a doubtful look. I shot Garett a discreet glare, and he panicked a little as he nodded repeatedly
