“California. I got here yesterday,” I told them, trying not to wince. Isaac's arm had moved from around my neck to the back of my shoulders right over a bunch of bruises. I was about to take his arm off me when Miles spoke up behind me. “Isaac, she just met you. Stop hanging on her or you are going to make her uncomfortable.” Miles warned, he sounded distracted. Isaac winced and pulled his arm from around me. “Sorry, Red,” he whispered. “No worries.” I smiled up at him. Isaac was fun; there was no other way to describe him. He was just fun. “You don’t want to be under there anyway, he has PE
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