[Austin’s POV]
I stare at the kitten, gauging her emotions as she glares at me with so much anger, I can almost see it like a physical thing.
Good. If she was getting angry, then my plan was working.
Hate me. I think inwardly, waiting to see if she will actually throw a punch at me. Hate me so much that there isn’t any room in you for any other emotions. Only then would I be able to give up completely.
When I abandoned her, I hoped that she would stop caring about me, but I didn’t miss the looks she would occasionally give me if we happened to pass each other in school or the tension between us when we were close and then William decided to make his move despite everything that was working to keep them apart. That alone was reason enough for me to give up completely despite my planning
