Dead silence

The bright green of his eyes got lost under a dark veil, his lips pursed and a light scowl covering his features. He was dead serious.

"I'm tired." He said, looking back at where he had been talking with that girl.

"What you mean tired?" Allen asked.

"I'm done going out." Kyle finally said before averting his gaze. "And before you guys start shit-talking, I'm gonna guy buy something to eat."

Not saying anything else, he stood up and left, leaving the three of them with their jaws hanging.

"W—What happened? Did I say something wrong?" Isabelle asked, looking up to meet Allen's face, worried.

"No." Allen hurried to reply. He hated every time she made that little pout. "He's been a little edgy lately. Remember what I was talking about before? Well, he's dealing with one of those psychos."