“Brian?” Henning growled the word, putting his beer down on the counter slowly. Still, it hit the surface with too much force and frothed over. “That motherfuckin’ drug dealer you were with at your locker?” “Drug dealer?” Cleo asked, eyes comically wide. “No way.” “Yes way,” Henning bit out, staring me down with those vivid blue-green eyes. “What the fuck, Mei? Didn’t I tell you to stay away from that kid?”
