"Everyone sit down! You boys move on," he told the horsemen.

Dropping your head, elation filled your body as your stomach floated up to your chest. You let your eyes fall closed, your head feeling light and high.

Yeah, this is what had been missing.

Opening your eyes again, you saw a pair of long legs in dark washed jeans walk past your desk, next to the window, and stop.

You kept your eyes down, afraid your face would give away what was happening in your chest. He was probably just scanning the room anyway, seeing if you had any other players in here.

"Anyone else?" one of the other guys asked.

But he didn't answer his friend. He just kept standing over you. What was he doing?

Keeping your chin down, you tipped your eyes up, seeing his fingers, slightly curled, at his sides. You made out the vein over the top of his strong hand, and the whole room seemed to suddenly grow so quiet that dread filled your stomach and your breathing stopped.

What was he doing just standing there?

You slowly raised your eyes and instantly tensed, seeing golden hazel ones staring straight down at you.

you shifted your gaze side to side, wondering if I'd missed something. Why was he looking at you? Michael looked down, his vicious red mask-a replica of the deformed and scarred Army of Two masks from the video game-making your knees weak.

You’d always been scared of him. The thrilling kind of scared that got you turned on. you liked it. You liked being scared

Everyone sat silently behind you, and you watched him cock his head just a little as he regarded you. What was he thinking?

"They’re only seventeen," Mr. Fitzpatrick spoke up.

Michael held you’re eyes for another second and then turned his head, looking at Mr. Fitzpatrick before speaking.