Elena
“Can you let go of me? You're hurting me,” Marco didn't stop walking. His steps were fast and I found it difficult to meet up. He kicked the door to his room open and shoved me inside. “You aren't going to stay in one place without creating trouble right?” He sounded angry. He's always an angry man.
Nevertheless, I was too. Because I can't seem to figure out what business he was doing. I just knew something was fishy.
“I wasn't following you if that's what you are thinking. I went there with my friend. And now you drag me out. She'd think I left her,” I vented out. His jaw was still clenched.
“I don't give a f**k about your friend. When did you even make one?”
Okay, how did the conversation shifted? He must be thinking I will let it go.
“Am I not supposed to make friends h
