Chapter 15

Was he from around here?

Did he go to my school? He looked quite young. More or less, a year or two older.

I got a grip on my thoughts. My brows pulled up. "Listen I don't know who you are and what the hell is your deal so just fuck off." My lips rambled on, a piece of my mind not meaning the last few words.

"Hmmm. Bitchy. I can handle that"

I fought the flush that marched up my cheeks at his every word to me. I smiled coquettishly. "Trust me. You can't handle me. So scurry off"

He cocked his head to his side. Leaning against the wall, his eyes glowing like black crystals in the faint darkness. "Maybe I can't. Or maybe I could."

We bored each other silently. As much as I loved whatever was going on between us. I had an actual job to get back to. And it felt like he somehow read my thoughts.

"So no thank you. But can I at least get a name?" He muttered gently, but his voice w