Berkley
"Can you believe that just happened?" I turned toward Kingston in complete bewilderment, but I stopped short when I saw his annoyed-looking face. "What's that?" I waved my finger in a circular motion over his face.
"I-I..." He stutters, then shuts his lips in a thin line, "Nothing. It was nothing." I looked at his back and chased after him as he stormed away.
I threw my hands up in the air. "Clearly, it was something to have you so moody."
"I'm not moody," He stops and turns to face me. "I'm annoyed. Irritated. Maybe even a little jealous." He grits, "But definitely not moody."
What the hell? "I guess I'm confused about why you would feel any of those?"
"You're kidding, right?" He deadpans. But really, I'm still lost. "All those times. All those nights and days. Every look
