I don't know why I can't stand those people. I just can't.
Sitting there, with everyone in the circle staring at me, the silence gets awkward. I have to say something. But can I tell them the truth? I'm finally pulling in a breath to tell them when Chase speaks, low and with intensity I've never seen in him before.
"You're uncomfortable because Aiden has something you want it, and we want to keep him away," Chase mutters darkly, but loud enough for everyone to hear.
I want to put him in a headlock and poke out his eyes. "This isn't about Aiden. This is about your friends and you, the way you all look at me like I'm a bomb that might detonate!"
Chase blinks. "That's not how I look at you."
"Oh, please, I've watched you. With them you're all laughs and smiles. Then you see me and your face gets all serious and you start sounding like my father!" The last words got too loud, and too high-pitched. But no one's worried about it.
