#Chapter13

"You and Callaway's boy have become good friends, huh?" Ben looked at me with a quirked eyebrow as he handed me my usual chocolate shake.

I smiled faintly, shrugging. "Dean-I guess so. A little." Most of the time he would just join me without invitation.

But he had asked me to stay.

That made me rivet with anxiety and dread.

I didn't want to care about Dean.

Everyone I had ever cared about had left me.

"He's a good kid," Ben continued. "Hasn't taken much interest in a girl since high school."

I smiled politely, watching as he walked off. My stomach was twisting so much I could hardly...