As I was sitting on my bed I heard someone knock on the door so I turned my tablet off and I got up to answer it.
Gage was standing there with a tray of food.
“When I said that I wasn’t hungry, I really meant it.” I said.
“I know you did. That’s what worried me. I’m staying here until you have something to eat. You can’t starve yourself.” He said, walking into my room.
“Skipping one meal isn’t starving myself. Believe me, I’ve gone longer without food.” I said.
“I know. And how much do you weigh?” He asked.
“That’s none of your f*****g business.” I said, closing the door. But he placed the tray on my desk and turned to look at me.
“I’m not trying to be rude. You’re 6 feet tall. How much do you weigh?” He asked.
I looked at the seriousness in his voice and I knew that he was
