Liam folded his arms firmly, his brows narrowing as he leaned against the doorframe of the classroom. "We're not leaving here until you say what happened," he said, his voice calm but commanding.
Dickson stood there in the center of the room, his shoulders slumped, a heavy sigh escaping his lips like a tired balloon giving up. "She cheated," he finally muttered, almost too low for anyone to hear. "Is that good enough for you, Sherlock?"
Liam didn't move. His eyes stayed locked on his friend with that familiar look—the one that said cut the crap. "You forgave the last one when she cheated on you," Liam said plainly. "So why not this one? What makes this one so different?"
Dickson paused. His lips parted like he was about to say something but closed again. He looked away, avoiding Liam's piercing gaze. Liam pushed off the wall and walked closer, his tone tightening, "What are you hiding?"
