ISADORA
I don't know what's worse: Knox's forced kiss or the fact that I have to sit here like an i***t plastered to his side for the better part of an hour even though what I really want to do is shove my thumbs deep into his eye sockets.
If he couldn't just take his arm off me, it would be easier for me to calm down, but he keeps holding me and I can't do a thing about it because then it would look off to people. So, we have to sit here and play the role of the sweet PDA-loving couple while I'm boiling.
Eventually, more and more people join us around the fire since it starts to get pretty cold. I don't even feel it anymore. I'm so mad that I'm sweating all over.
That's it. I've had enough.
Without saying a word to him, I stand up and walk away from the large group, even having t
