Anastasia:
“Why the hell are you even angry, Darius?” I was fed up with him ignoring me.
Since he didn’t want to have a conversation with me like a normal human, it was only right that I threw the question at him.
He stopped on the track and slowly turned to me, his veins slowly becoming very visible on his forehead. His jaw clenched and his eyes darkened.
“Why am I angry?” He repeated my question like he had not heard me but the tension and anger in his voice were so obvious that I swallowed hard and folded my arms underneath my boobs while I waited for an answer.
“Yes, Darius. Tell me why you keep avoiding me and why you keep acting like I don’t exist. I thought we were friends?” I asked and he smirked hard. Almost the same smirk Hardin gave me whenever he was about to do something
