"Lana's Mom's macaroni is better than sex with Chase?" Brennan remarked with a chuckle "Ouch."

The fists rested on the table caught my attention. Fists as in plural. Both of Stone's huge hands were clenched so hard that his knuckles turned white, and his veins bulged out in a rhythm.

I glanced at his murderous expression and wondered if he slept with a scowl on his face.

"I'm not sleeping with him." I pointed out before adding "Although, Lana's mother's macaroni is better than anything. That probably includes sex."

The large bulky chest next to me stopped shaking.

"Please don't ever say my mom and sex in the same sentence again." Lana said as she pretended to shiver "Like ever."

We all laughed and even Stone looked a little happier.

Happy was probably an overstatement but he was no longer scowling.

It came as a surprise that Chase did not try and recruit the massive man made out of muscle for the football team.

Stone would knock everyone and everything out in his path. He had the most intimidating body I had ever seen and that included wrestlers and weightlifters I had seen on the television.

Lana and Brennan were talking among themselves as I stood up and grabbed my bag from under the table.

"Where are you going?" Lana voiced in confusion.

"I have to run to my locker for my stuff for next period." I explained to her while ignoring the pair of dark eyes following me as I moved away from the bench "I will see you after school."

The corridors were empty as I drifted through them to my locker. I didn't desperately need to get my folders, but I wanted to give the couple some time alone.

I also wanted a minute away from the heat that came with being pressed up against a certain someone.

Tidying up the small compartment of my locker, I rearranged my folders into alphabetic order and placed the book Mr Dankworth gave me with the others I had stored.

I then noticed a large veiny hand rested on the locker beside mine.

A few breaths later and I slowly turned around to face the person lingering behind me.

Stone had taken his jacket off. His black short-sleeved shirt showed off his arm muscles that were covered in black ink. Both of his ponderous arms were sleeves of tattoos. Thickly heavy lines covered all of his visible skin which included bottom of his neck and start of his chest

There was no way this man was high-school aged.

I stared at his stomach and grew a weird wish to know if his whole body was covered in tattoos.

He remained stood in front of me with one hand on the locker beside my head. His other hand was by his side but I felt entrapped by his gaze, so I did not move.

I tilted my chin and looked up at him when I realised, I had spent a good while staring at his tattoos.