"Alex," Scowling, my hands balled into angry fists against his chest.
"I'm sorry," his hand pushed my head into his chest, and the other stroked my back like he was trying to pacify a crying child, not an angry one. "I misunderstood you, I'm sorry."
Trying to squirm out of his suffocating embrace I noticed Ethan, Matt, and Luke standing at the open door.
"Told you she was still alive," Matt elbowed Luke and walked ahead cheerfully, "you two now owe me a drink."
Luke hit him across the back of the head, taking over him to walk towards us, smiling sheepishly with a blush across his cheeks.
"Are you okay Hannah?" Ethan pushed through the pair of awkward youths to stop inches before us due to Alex's cold glare.
"Laura's only trained you for a month and you fancy yourself a doctor," Luke whined from behind Ethan.
