CHAPTER 27

"Come on, hop out." Brody instructs me firmly, holding the passenger door wide open for me. I swallow the lump in my throat, staring up at the burger restaurant ahead of me. "I don't think this is a good idea." I mumble, feeling nauseous. My stomach is swirling around in nerves and I'm worried I'll end up throwing my guts up. . . In front of Brody. "Why not? Don't you want to go on a date with me?" Brody asks, frowning and leaning against his car door. He folds his arms over causing the muscles...