“I struck a nerve, didn’t I?” I lifted a brow. “For real, though, I’ve never understood it. You aren’t the same as them.”
I used to think he wasn’t so bad. That changed as soon as he made friends with Tyler. While his fist hit me less often than Julian’s or Tyler’s, Kyle had done his share of throwing me against walls or knocking my books out of my hands. He was as bad as the others, I just missed it at first.
“Stop talking, Lola. You’re going to make this so much worse with that mouth of yours,” he said.
“Your friend Julian seems to like my mouth,” I said.
Kyle stopped walking. “For real, Lola. For once in your life, stop pushing back and maybe they’ll go easier on you.”
I stopped and stared at him, my brow furrowed as I tried to read his expression. What was it exactly? Was he scared? Nervous? Angry? It was a mixture of emotions I couldn’t read. What I wouldn’t give for that wolf ability to read people right now.
“What do you know?” I asked.
“I can’t, Lola. You don’t know what they’d do to me if I keep talking. The only thing I can tell you is that you need to watch it.” He started walking again.
I hurried to keep up with him. I felt like he’d given me some information but it was so vague, I couldn’t do anything with it. I wondered if it even mattered. Whatever I was walking into, it was probably going to suck whether I opened my mouth or not.