"Where did you run off to?"
A face only two inches away from me asked in a suspicious tone. I was on the ground, straddled by a body on top of me.
"You think I will never know? Do you really think I am so naive? Tsk tsk."
Both of my hands were pinned by the hands of my captor, nails digging into my skin, bruising my abnormally pale skin.
"Please get off me! Let me explain! This is not going to work if you are planning on pushing your face into my face because I am not homosexual. Got it, Liz?"
Liza got off me but her suspicious eyes were still on me.
"Now, do you care to tell your best friend where you went without her. Wait! Did you have a date with someone? Oh my god! Oh my god! Spill the beans b***h!" Liza started jumping up and down like a child on Christmas eve.
"Sorry to disap
