Haphephobia: the fear of being touched.
Blake, a second-year Psychology student, hadn't ever heard of such a phobia, until the day he was hired as a guide for Dean, the heir of a rich family.
Even though Dean had the appearance and behaviour of a ge...
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As soon as Blake laid the tray on the table, beside Finn, Mark raised his eyes off his own meal and smirked.
- Having lunch with us. – he said in a crying tone, pretending to wipe a tear. – It's like the old times.
The subject of the teasing rolled his eyes.
- Don't make me give you a reason to cry for real.
Still smiling, Mark rose his hands in innocence.
- I'm just saying you haven't had lunch with us for a long time. – his brown brows arched. – The Economics' kid had to have is afternoon class cancelled for you to be here.
- And you are making me regret my decision.
Mark was about to say something back when the arrival of May and Colin cut him off.
As soon as the girl spotted Blake, she covered her mouth with her hand, in an exaggerated choked expression.
- Oh my god. – she stopped beside him, putting the other hand on his shoulder. – What are you doing here? Did they forget your leash today?
For the second time in a matter of minutes, Blake rolled his eyes. Calling for help, he looked at his brother, that now sat in between him and May, and raised his brows.
- Finn, you are the reasonable one, can you explain to them that it's not my choice to not have lunch with you guys?
The older guy opened his mouth to say something, but Collin was faster, taking his turn.
- But you could invite Dean to come with. – the boy said, with a small pout. – We won't touch him, I promise.
- I've told you, - Blake insisted, looking at the whole group. – he doesn't like to be around people.
- That's why he has a dog keeping him company.
Mark's comment gained a high five from May and an annoyed look from his friend. Tired of the discussion, Blake leaned to his brother, laying his forehead on his shoulders.
- Finn, help me.
- I'm sorry. But they have a point.
Blake lifted his head with a hurt expression.
- Not you too.
- I'm just saying that you should consider it. – he continued, after swallowing the food on his mouth. – For weeks now, they have been nagging you about this, and you always say he doesn't like meeting new people or busy places.
