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 return and he sighs...