“The plates,” I swallow. “I’m assuming your sister ran to you to complain about me breaking two plates.”
“I don’t fight her battles, and I’m not here about any plates.”
Oh.
I relax, trying to piece together reasons why he would be ticked off by me, except for if his sister complained about me. “So why are you here?” I flat-out ask him, unable to think of anything. I ate my lunch like he had asked me to, and I haven’t seen him for hours now. Still, he looks very pissed, so pissed that the blue of his eyes has been overtaken by a mild black that makes it look like he has two shades in his eyes. “Why are you staring at me like that?”
He eyes me up and down, meeting my gaze with the same furious expression that seems to have somehow intensified.
Wow, my existence really does rile people u
