“Get lost, Thompson.” “I thought we were talking.” I shove my hands in my pockets to hide my nervousness. “It’s an illusion. I don’t talk to people who can’t even call me by my name.” “You don’t call me by my name either.” I remind myself of a big kid. “Really, Colton? You’re looking for excuses, nothing else. I bet you don’t even say my name in your head.” Is she a mind reader? She sees right through me, and it scares me.
