But as I walked in, his expression changed. He moved away from the girls but still sat where he was beside them.
I could feel their gaze follow me as I walked to the other end of the room.
And then some whispering.
“You’re late.” Dean’s voice bounced off the walls.
I took off my bagpack and set it on a counter. “I’m surprised you even showed up at all.” I muttered.
“What was that fat ass?”
I nearly jumped, turning around to see him behind me.
God, he’s so annoying.
He folded his arms across his chest, towering over me. “What was that, fatty?” He repeated.
My stomach twisted, but I tried to hide it. “Nothing.”
The girls snickered.
He turned to them for a second, then back at me again, one brow lifting.
And for a second, I thought he’d fire something back.
Instead, he just p
