Johnny stops right by the bed, and watches me with folded arms.
“Johnny,” I breathe with a quivering mouth.
“Hello, Raven,” he says, forcing nonchalance on himself, but I don’t believe he really feels that way. His body language talks about something else.
“What’s all this? What’s your part in this?” He sniffs, and shakes his head, as though misbelieving that I’m seriously asking this question. Upset, he begins to pace up and down, casting angry sideway glances at me. “Say something, for the love of God. I thought we… that you…”
“That I fell in love with you, right?” he snorts at me menacingly. “You thought I was crazy about you like the others? That I’d fall on my knees in front of a s**t Bertone? Well, I f*****g won’t,” he pants, with his face flushed.
“Who are you?” I ask with a dy
