"Right here?" My eyes went round because of what he said. Is he crazy? Yes, he is. Absolutely. No need to ask.
David spoke seriously. "Yes. Right here. You got a problem with that, Heather? "
"God," I muttered to myself and just stared at his face. "Yeah?" he asked with a mischievous grin on his face.
"Tell me, David. Why are you doing this? It’s obvious that you’re angry and you’re venting it out to me. Look here, buddy. I’m not a venting-out machine, okay? " I proved my point while gesturing my hands. With that poker face, he was looking up and down. As if he was studying me, he scratched his chin and tilted his head.
God! Don’t give me that look! I understand why girls are crazy about this guy, despite his reputation as a bad boy who is always involved with gangs and fraternities!
