SAAFIA’S POV:-
I was so done with him. I won’t forgive him this easily, he couldn’t take me for granted.
He couldn’t accuse me, hurt me whenever he wanted.
I won’t let it slide. I decided to act normally with everyone except him. Ignoring him, being harsh with him but being a stone.
He was incapable of understanding.
I was in the hall alone because Jacey left for dinner with Sam and I had no intention of going to the room for now.
“Hey.” He called coming down with a frown lingering on his stoic features.
“What?”
“Did your desire to paint end in one work? I found another teacher only to know you are no longer interested. Do you want to do anything else?” He questioned, standing before me.
I couldn’t get him. One moment all nonchalant and chill and in the other, rude, horrible an
