Marina's POV
“No no no! No, please wait!” I pleaded as he rose to his feet.
“You can't do this! You can't!” I cried out.
“I can do whatever the f**k I want. Yes, you fixed my bike, but you're not a good sport. You don't have what it takes to belong here. I warned you not to f**k up, and you couldn't even listen for up to twenty four hours, could you?” His voice was deeper and angrier as the seconds rolled by, and he turned into someone I didn't understand, someone unapproachable.
“No, but–”
“There's no buts, you're leaving.”
Then I took a deep breath, unable to understand what the hell was going on. Why was he supporting such? Destroying an old woman's wall with spray paint? Who does that?
He turned away to leave but stopped in his tracks when I raised my voice at him, my mouth runn
