I watched J's expression intensify and it's the first time I've seen anything more than the same abyss in his eyes. This time, he was so close that I could see the fire in his black gaze. But not simply fire, but a flame.
“Shut up,” he said between his teeth.
I salivate at feeling him so angry, but I don't let myself be intimidated.
"Then make me, you i***t," I said in the same angry tone.
J and I just look at each other and the tension in the environment is cut with a knife.
I hate it.
I hate him deeply.
J prepares to speak, just as a horn blasts us out of the fight. We both look to the right and see that the Uber has just stopped in front of us.
Without even thinking about it, I glared at J and walked to the passenger seat of the vehicle.
However, before going up, I look at J, w
