Everything seemed to be pissing Roland off, and he was annoyed. He didn’t know why everything seemed to be pissing him off as much as it was; it all simply was. When the rest had left, Creed worried about Lyric some more, and that escalated when the shorter boy had asked him if he could spend the night in his room, not Roland’s.
That may have been one of the reasons he was so annoyed. Part of him was glad he was getting a break from Lyric, but did he want Lyric sleeping with Creed for the night? Honestly, he did not, but what was he meant to do? Say no. Who was he? Lyric’s keeper.
“I’m fine, Creed,” Lyric whined as he dropped onto the ground, groaning.
“You are not fine. You almost had your throat slit. Why don’t you see that?” Creed hissed as he crossed his arms over his chest, scowlin
