Chapter 36

I don’t understand how none of them are freezing in their miniskirts and pastel-colored crop top shirts. I’m over here in pants and a leather jacket with the hood still covering my head. Though the hood isn’t for the breeze. I roll my eyes at myself for getting distracted and perk my ears to listen better.

“I wouldn’t be so confident. Out of the dozen times you’ve already approached him and tried to flirt or talk to him, he’s only frozen or murdered you with his eyes and never spoken so much as a word back to you,” a brunette chimes in as she looks down at the paper in front of her appearing to be bored with her friend's conversation.

“At least he looks at me. He’s walked away as soon as anyone else has tried speaking to him. What should that tell you? He likes what he sees and is playing hard to get. He’s probably turned on by the game of the chase,” the second blonde snaps defensively.