Chapter 33

“Myles, wait.” In two strides, Derek was at his side. “Do you haveto go with him?”

Myles wrapped his green scarf around his neck. He was shaky. I could tell. “He just—he wants to talk to me. Says he has something to tell me.” He stuffed his hands down his coat pockets. “I need to hear what he has to say.”

“Come here,” Derek whispered, reaching out to him.

But Myles wouldn’t have a hug. “I’ll text you later.” He walked out and slammed the door.

I decided to keep my big mouth shut. After a few seconds, Derek turned to look at me. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Me?”

“Yes, you. He’d listen to you.”

“Why would he listen to me?”

Derek made a face. “Are you that clueless?”

I gave him a warning look. “Hey, watch your tone with me. My patience is about as thin as a sheet of—”

“I’m sorry.” He sighed, carefully walking up to me. “What I meant to say was, that Myles needs you right now. That’s all.”

“Again. Me?”