Beauty In The Boy's Dorm
My eyes narrowed.
This was new and unlike Christian.
He seemed quite level-headed and mature today, and the way he spoke, there was a deep underlying sadness buried in his tone.
“What are you talking about?” I queried.
Not that I was interested in his ramblings, but I wanted to be certain this was not related to that Bobby bastard.
“I tried to help Lana somehow.” He confessed. “Her family was in a huge debt, and I paid for it, but now, Father is suspicious.”
Christian sucked in a deep breath, his fingers brushing into his hair. “It’s all messed up, and I can’t go into the details—Father refused to believe I could be gay, I think he might be trying to piece things together.”