(Dean)
I can feel my nostrils flare up in an intense anger and frustration as Bella ignored me, walking back into the hall.
There's just something about her unmistaken resolve, a subtle reminder of how much she hurt me, how much she played with my feelings.
She isn't sorry, not even rueful.
That brings me to those tears, her pleads, asking me to hear her out. I can feel my chest tighten at the thought of it.
Where they even real?
Has anything about Bella ever been real?
I clench and unclench my fist at my sides, struggling to keep myself grounded.
The nerve of her to throw shades at me, to throw whatever relationship she has with Calvin at my face, to ignore me.
I'm not going to let this go. I sure won't.
I mean, I'd buried everything that happened, at least I thought I did.
Lef
