Chapter Twenty

“Wait, so… you accept me?” I asked him just to be sure.

“Hermione.” That was the second time he called me by my name. He was staring at me and I thought I was going to drown in those hazel eyes. “There is no other way to solve this.”

He looked away and sipped from his straw. “Besides, it would be like taking a candy from a baby. At least for Derrick.” He snorted and I frowned.

“So you are only doing this to get to Derrick?” I was crushed. Hector is an ass. Why would he think doing these things is fun?

“You the one who thinks I’m hot.” My cheeks burned with undiluted embarrassment. My hair was up in a half ponytail so it wasn’t able to help.

“I don’t, and how would you know?” I snapped. He gave me an amused look with one eyebrow arched. Was it a werewolf thing? Hell no! if it was then my thoughts were absolutely not private anymore.

I drank my vanilla milkshake and cleared my throat to change the topic. “Mabel is planning something.”

“I know.” He said in a monotone.

“Oh really?”