Emily's POV
Most of our hangouts end this way. So f*cking annoying. He would understand my words in a way it would offend him. He wouldn't give me a chance to explain what I meant. But he would flip the switch and turn on attack mode. It's like he's programmed to do so. He's so infuriating. So damn hard to deal with. I don't even know why I am waiting for him in my car. He should go to hell and stay there.
I turned the key and started the engine. The passenger's door opens and I don't stifle the groan that escapes my mouth.
"So you were just going to leave me somewhere in town where people don't speak English?" He asks as he closes the door.
"I was hoping they'd call the police claiming that there was a crazy person roaming the streets. Then they'll lock you up till summer ends. So tha
