CHAPTER EIGHT

- KILLIAN -

Kate stood up. She whispered something in my ear before leaving, leaving Hazel and I alone for a while.

A smile formed on my face as I stared at Hazel. She looks anxious. Ridiculously and vulnerably anxious.

"She's in the loo." I whispered under my breath, telling Hazel.

Even that made her gasp. I watched her reaction carefully. She looks uncomfortable. Very uncomfortable and I don't like it. Although, I think I kind of love how she's squeezing her thighs underneath the table. I tilted my chin up with a smirk.

"You can relax, I don't bi-" I started but got cut short with a yell.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" Hazel whisper-yelled at me.

"I'm going to pretend I know where you're headed." I retorted calmly.

"Pre-" She paused to catch her breath. "Pretend?.. I don't know, like, what the fuck?!" Hazel leaned her hand on the table, pushing her upper bod forward. Her lips parted and from the frown on her face, I could tell she was about to say or do the meanest thing