CHAPTER 19

"So who are you?" I ask him, stuffing my face with a bag of hot Cheetos from the vending machine. The irony of coming to a gym to simply eat junk food causes me to chuckle quietly under my breath. I'm sat on a window ledge, swinging my legs as I make polite conversation with Woody.
"I told you, my name is Woody."
I roll my eyes at his sarcastic response.
"You know what I mean Cowboy."
He looks up from his phone, dark eyes looking slightly annoyed at me. I frown at him in...