Faye
It was hard to maintain myself and uphold a smile when he was here. His very presence was enraging me and I couldn’t barely control myself, trying my best to keep the polite act and not burst at him for ruining my personal peace.
When the bus came, I quickly ran away, finally removing the smile on my lips replaced by a scowl, not even bothering to look at him, “Asshole What does he think of himself? Being oh-so f*****g generous.” Muttering under my breath, I got inside the bus and sat in the farthest on the opposite side to get unnoticed by him because if he saw the scowl on my face, it would show him how much I resented his presence.
On the way, I leaned my head back, closing my eyes, still pondering about his words in the afternoon. What did he mean by nightmares? Does he actual
