Using the fountain, I teleport myself and Lemuel back to my room. I have had it with his hot and cold, wish-washy bullshit. I’ve been pretty tolerant up until now, but now I’ve reached my f*****g limit.
Once we manifest in my room I forcefully pin him against the door and stare into his electric eyes – a vibrant storm of blue and purple darting around in confusion. Maybe I should have given him a warning but f**k that s**t.
“I am so sick of your hot and cold bullshit. You openly claim me in front of my parents and that b***h, Circe, then all of a sudden you can’t be free of me fast enough. Which the f**k is it? You can’t have both, Lemuel. You can’t claim me and then want to be as far away from me as possible, so tell me what the f**k you want?!” I shout in an angry rush.
“I DON’T KNOW!
