Chapter 35

Even though he didn’t want to ask about the fight, Stacy needed to know where he stood. Was this his first strike? Was he going to be sent home after he ate? Carefully, feeling his way around the words, he asked, “So am I in trouble now?”

He winced—that sounded bad, like he just admitted that he knew he was screwed. Darian looked up from his lunch with raised eyebrows, amused. “For what?”

“Are you serious?” How could Darian not know what Stacy meant? Did he want him to fucking spell it out?

Again, Darian answered his question with one of his own. “Are you?”