Eden’s pov
Zayn stared at me with as much confusion on his face but I refused to buy that nonsense.
Why was he acting confused? I should be the one confused here.
Was this how to be treated in your boyfriend's house? Especially when he has refused to respond to your text or come to school?
“Give me an answer,” I told him, anger already taking control of me.
“There is no problem, Eden.”
There was a way he called my name, like I was the problematic one trying to create an issue when there was none.
Why were these people treating me like I was going insane?
“Although you might have come to my house at the wrong time,” Zayn added before I could even respond to what he said first.
He tried to hold my arms, but I yanked them away from his, glaring at him.
“I can’t believe you!”
