" Freshen up and join us downstairs. I trust you not to run." he said, standing up and fixing his clothes while I groaned.
I hate meeting new people, and most of all, I hate when people judge me because it's happened to me my whole life.
" I had some badass things about you in your pack, so I know you can handle your own, but try to be nice." I don't know what he had, but I don't think it was really good.
" Hey, I'm a really nice person." I exclaimed because obviously.
" I think most of the people here were expecting me to have a docile and humble person, but I don't think that's you." he teased.
" I don't like it when people step on my toes, but I can guarantee you I am a really kind person." By kind, I mean I protect the people that I love the most, and I don't know why it always b
