Blame Game

Theresa POV

As soon as other girls saw him, I could hear the girls whispering behind me, clearly gossiping about Marcus.

I was so frustrated I could barely focus on anything else. My mind kept replaying the image of Marcus standing there, his bare chest glistening, with his hand on the doorframe, like he was some kind of God. Like he owned the place. Commanded the air and demanded the attention of