Lance gulped, he wasn't really having an easy day today.
"We weren't doing anything. He's my bully and he dragged me in here to beat me up.."
That was his honest truth, he really did think Trevor dragged him in here to beat him up, he couldn't tell Ansel that Trevor had other agendas.
Ansel stared at Lance for a long, heavy second.
Then his attention slid back to Trevor.
Slowly.
Trevor stiffened, his instinct screaming before his brain even caught up.
Ansel stepped into the room fully, closing the door behind him with a soft click that somehow felt louder than a gunshot.
"Dragged you.." Ansel repeated lightly. "To beat you up."
Trevor swallowed. "Look, man…whoever you are…this is between us. Don't…"
"Between you?"
Ansel's voice dropped enough to make Trevor's knees falter.
"No. Nothing is between you and him."
Trevor bristled, but it was fake, a last scrap of bravado.
"And who exactly are you?"
Ansel smiled. It wasn't a friendly one.
