A ball of frustration detonates in my chest. “f**k you, f**k you, Miles! Yeah, I don’t know the way. All my life, I’ve never had to walk this road, I’ve always been driven through it. So what did you expect, huh?”
He flinches slightly, blinking like I just hit a nerve. I exhale, annoyed at how pathetic he looks. “Why are you stalking me? Just go away.”
“I’m sorry,” he says, stepping closer. My brows pinch, watching him carefully. “I shouldn’t have said that. I hated it the second it came out, but I couldn’t take it back. I’m sorry.”
“You’re only saying that because I got mad.” I cross my arms. He laughs, taking it as permission to step even closer.
“You’re cute,” he says, and I blink. What? Is he high?
“Who’s cute?” I slap at his hand before he can pat my head, but he catches mine mid
