"Oh." Zander eyes Beck up and down. The beta isn't all that, he thinks. With flimsy hair and a terrible complexion, Beck would be a six on a scale from one to ten. How convenient it is for him, that he's just right next door. Zander narrows his green eyes at the beta across from him, is that how he's been able to weasel his way in without Zander knowing? His forefinger raps against the table, his head resting in his chin. That's going to be annoying.
Zanders jaw clenches when Beck reaches out to touch Ethan again. Can't he just keep his hands to himself? Is he often this touchy with Ethan? Why didn't Ethan tell him about Beck? The alpha reaches up to scratch his nose. Right, Ethan hasn't accepted him. Yet.
A finger jabs him in the shoulder and Zander turns to raise an eyebrow at Leo. The omega shrinks back in his chair and curls his lip in distaste. "Can you chill? You're making it hard to be around you."
