“Mary! Wait! Where are you going?”
“Home,” I spit, keeping my eyes focused on the doorknob and nothing else.
When he runs past me and uses his colossal body as a barricade however, I know this is going to take some muscle, because he’s not moving without a fight. “What’s up with you? Did your favorite book boyfriend die or something? Why are you so angry…well, angrier than usual?”
When I try and shove past him, he latches onto my upper arm, stopping me from moving an inch. I try and break free, but it’s useless. “I’m not angry,” I snap, still fighting with him to let me go.
“You could have fooled me. What’s wrong?”
It’s like I’m attempting to brush a bee off of me as I wiggle out of his hold. “Nothing, I just don’t want to take up any of your precious time, because god forbid I deny t
