"How are you?" he stares at the elevator ceiling as he asks me. That was not what I expected him to ask me given that he's so mad right now.
"I'm-"
"Where were you?" he asks me in the same flat manner he used before. I clear my throat to answer as I cross my legs and lean against the side.
"I was just-"
"Do you have any idea how freaked out I was?" his voice rises as he hits the wall behind him. I open my mouth to speak, but he interrupts me again.
"I was so ready to call the cops and report you missing. I waited for you after school, you didn't come. I thought maybe you went home without me," he shoots me a glare, "but I didn't find you at home either. Why weren't you picking up my calls?" he sighs as he runs a frustrated hand through his hair.
"Can I speak?" I ask him and he raises
