“’Sup, man?”
I feel my head nodding, but I have no clue how it happens. I’m also sitting down in the chair I tried to squeeze the life out of.What’s wrong with me?
Noa turns his attention back to Lennox. “So you wanted to talk—”
“About psychology,” Lennox interrupts. “Yeah, I had so many questions.”
My eyebrows furrow. “I thought your major was graphic design.”
She nods her head so fast I worry it might fly off. “Yeah, yeah, it’s the… psychology of uh graphic design.”
That doesn’t sound right, but then again, what do I know? I never went to college.
“Right, psychology of graphic design.” Noa leans back in his seat and I worry it’s going to snap beneath him. “I have so many questions, too. Why don’t I get us drinks before we start?”
“Just a soda for me,” Lennox says, and Noa nods.
The second he’s out of earshot, which means one foot away because the person singing into the microphone right now is trying to burst everyone’s eardrums, I turn to Lennox.
“You cannot stay here with that man.”
She blinks up at me like I’m speaking Chinese. Maybe I am. This club is doing funny things to me.
“He’s just my friend.”
“A friend the size of a mountain,” I mutter and look around. I don’t need said mountain crushing me tonight.
“That’s rude to say.” Lennox scolds me.
“No, it’s not. Do you have any idea how dangerous the world is? Do I even need to tell you how many people get drugged in places like this?”
“Who got drugged?” Noa says, returning to the table with what looks like two sodas.
But one can never be too sure. He places one in front of Lennox, but before she can grab it, I steal it and take a sip. If that guy wants to drug someone, he’s stuck with me.
Both of them give me a strange look as I swallow half the cup. It’s just Coke. I think.
“Ignore him,” Lennox says to Noa. “He’s like one of my brothers.”
Something flicks to life in Noa’s eyes, and I don’t like it. Not at all. “Right. Your brothers.” He nods his understanding, and then they go back to staring at me likeI’mthe crazy one.
I finally hand Lennox the drink. If the mountain drugged it, I’ll start feeling it soon, right? “Well don’t let me keep you from discussing graphic…psychology,” I say and then laugh because that’s such a funny name.
Holy cow, he did poison the drink!
Noa looks between me and Lennox, then stands. “Actually, I was wondering if you want to dance, Lennox?” He holds out a hand and gives her what he probably thinks is a charming smile. But Lennox isn’t like every other girl. She won’t fall for—
“I’d love to.” She grabs his hand, and he pulls her onto the dancefloor.
I fix my gaze on them, slow dancing and whispering like they have some grand secret. She can dance all she wants, but I’m not leaving her alone with him.
I will finish this Coke, though.
Chapter 9
Lennox
“So, he seems fun,” Noa says as we sway to someone’s terrible cover of one of Billie Eilish’s songs.
