Tyrell glanced down to where Makayla was looking. A grim expression darkened his face when he saw Alicia talking and nodding her head toward the girl sitting next to him.
He immediately recognized what was going on. Most people just thought he was this big dumb black guy, but Tyrell knew that he was more. He could feel it deep inside him. He was lucky, at over six foot two and two hundred and forty pounds, people didn’t mess with him. Unfortunately, his size also had a negative effect. People tended to think he was either a jock or a gang member.
His eyes followed the movement of Makayla’s hand when she pushed her hair back. Her fingers were trembling just a little. He opened his mouth to ask if she needed any help, before he snapped it close again. He didn’t need to get in the middle of
