Tyler
The moment we turned the corner, the noise from the rest of the hallway faded out behind us, leaving just us in that silence.
Dean walked a few steps ahead before stopping beside the wall, leaning against it lazily like this was some casual conversation between friends.
“What’s up?” He asked lightly, shoving both hands into his pockets.
I just folded my arms, partly hiding my clenched fists, my expression as blank as I could make it.
“A little birdie told me you have something.”
He paused for a second, a slight frown on his face like he was thinking.
And before I could say any other thing, he barked out a laugh. “Man! Since when does Tyler Sinclair do crack?”
I frowned. “What?”
“I don’t deal again, man.” He said, still amused. “But my guy can hook you up with—”
“I’m not
