"Are you sure?" Andrew inquired.

"Yes," I said.

Andrew's jaw clenched, his shoulders tightened, and his fists balled up, turning his knuckles white. He shifted his gaze away from me and up at Seb, his eyes blazing.

"It wasn't Seb's fault." Robert appeared out of nowhere, and when he let go of me, I ran and screamed." I tried to calm Andrew down, but he clearly didn't listen because when he heard Robert had touched me, he turned around and punched the wall.

I took a step back from him, knowing that he was enraged and that I shouldn't get involved.

"Did that son of a b*tch touch you?" He...