Brooklyn Skye

Why do you do that?_ Torrin__ voice echoes in the empty hall. His hand is holding my arm gently, not at all like Derek does. I can__ have this. I can__. I shouldn__ have ever come here with him. I draw in a shaky breath and pull my arm away. __o what?_ __alk away every time I ask you something personal?_ I stare hard at him. __hy do you do that? He blinks. __uh?_ __sk so many questions._ His mouth drops open and closes and five long seconds pass before he says, __t__ what people do, Quinn. When they__e getting to know each other._ I shake my head and spin toward the door. __ou don__ want to get to know me.