"So, Row, what do you think about living with Lyric?" Max asked as he wiggled his eyebrows, his right piercing glimmering under the harsh classroom lights.
"I think I'm about to smash your face if you ask me that. And don’t call me Row,” the taller boy snapped, not taking his eyes off his book as he continued doodling away.
He didn’t care how much effort Max was putting in. If he hadn’t made that call, Creed would have been okay. They were fine, and he had gotten his panties in a twist for no reason whatsoever. Nothing would have happened if he hadn’t done it. It would always be his f*****g fault.
"But, your dad will kill you if he finds out about that, and you claim to hate Lyric and yet you risk your ass for him,” Max continued. Roland slammed his pen on the table and turned to stare
