I spotted an empty classroom and seized the opportunity quickly, practically dragging Armani inside and shutting the door behind us quietly. I whirled around to face him, her eyes blazing with uncontrollable fury… my emotions kept playing with me and I kept venting on him. “What is your problem?” I demanded, my voice low but laced with intense anger. It was taking every ounce of my self-control not to scream at him and trust me, it was very hard.
Armani leaned against the desk with a dismissive scoff, folding his arms across his chest. His demeanor was infuriatingly calm, almost as if he found this situation amusing. “My problem?” he echoed sarcastically with a calm smile on his face. “Oh, I don’t know, maybe it’s seeing you having a grand old time with that nerd.” He spat the word out l
