Chapter 11

Get away! I asked, trying to escape, hitting his chest. He just chuckled.

You're scared of me?

Why should I be afraid of you? Why do you steal people's pencils? I don't think so. His smile grew.

You are funny.

“Well, you’re not,” I said bitterly. He leaned toward me, his minty breath caressing my nose and lips. I tried to push him back, but he remained motionless.

Leave me alone, Logan. His eyes widened when I said his name.

I immediately covered my mouth with my hand like a child who just accidentally let out a secret. Logan leaned back, smiling. "You know my name," he said triumphantly. "You've been asking about me, haven't you, Anaís?"

No! Of course not! I just... happened to hear someone say it.

You're lying.

I'm not lying! I answered nervously. Without being able to stop it, I was already blushing rapidly. I looked away, embarrassed. One of his hands took my chin, forcing me to look him in the eyes again.

I swallowed hard, his thumb brushing my bottom lip, his