"If this has turned into a hang-out thing, I'm telling Rio to come,” Chris said, looking around at the group, a scowl on his face.
"Why? No one likes him," Roland deadpanned.
Why was he being so mean?
"Because he's pissy that I don't hang around with him," Chris replied, and he took out his phone, probably texting Rio. He got an instant reply and looked up. "He'll be here in ten."
"Good, that's enough time for me to do this." Roland turned on his heel and ran in the other direction.
"Lyric, get him!" Claire yelled at Lyric, who stared at her blankly. "Don't give me that look. I've seen how fast you can run. Now go!"
But he was being mean.
"Eyy, pretty boy!"
Lyric turned to face Rio; his red hair was a mess, and his brown eyes were shining. A shiver ran down Lyric’s spine, and h
