"He acted so aggressively" Lana replied after sipping her cherry cola "It was not an accident. He bulldozed right into him."

I saw and perceived him as intimidating, but I did not think he would be so blatantly violent.

It sounded ridiculous that I was thinking about it so much. I barely knew the guy and it was none of my business anyway.

Lana was about to add something to her point but the arrival of the two guys stopped her from opening her mouth.

Brennan and Stone sat down in the same place as yesterday placing their full buffet of food on the table.

The large lean leg touched mine as Stone stole all the space of our bench.

"What are you two talking about?" Brennan asked on arrival as he sent the both of us a smile.

"I thought you were just testing the food yesterday." Lana quickly changed the topic of conversation by pointing at his molehill of a tray “Are you going to eat all of that?"

Brennan laughed while tucking into his first plate "We are growing boys."

I watched them talk but I could no longer ignore the heat on my face.

The dark eyes were on me. They were not amused or taunting like they had usually been. His eyes were narrowed in on me like he was making sure that I did not move from my seat.

I had taken enough of his death glare already, so I turned on the seat and faced him with my own glare.

"What are you staring at, Lurch? Have you banged your head and lost your memory?" I uttered, my voice dripping with sarcasm "You look like you haven't seen me before."

Stone raised an eyebrow and studied me in silence for a few minutes.

He kept his darkened gaze on me as grunted out roughly "Maybe I didn't recognise you with clothes on."

I opened my mouth and then closed it.

"It reached to the top of my stomach." I grounded out the lie so that I had an argument "It was not even that bad."

A grumble of inaudible words left his mouth.

"It is not like I wore a bikini. Which I will be at the beach after school." I pointed out before challenging "Will that offend you?"

Nothing else left his mouth in reply. He looked away for a few seconds and closed his eyes. His hand scrubbed over his face and rested on his jaw before he met my eye again.

"My shirt shrank in the wash." I did not know why I was defending myself, but I was "I didn't see it until it was too late."

The veiny hands resting on the table relaxed and so did the giant pair of shoulders

"Were you put in that load in the washing machine too?" The deep voice went gruff as the words left his large chest.