LIBERTY´S P.O.V
“What?”
That's all I could think of the moment he uttered those words. What did he mean? What am I? What the hell is that supposed to mean?
“What are you?” He repeated.
“I heard you genius, I just don’t know what the hell that’s supposed to mean!” I answer him back, sarcastically and yet annoyed. And I did mean it.
He sighed, looking annoyed himself. Like I was some dumb child who couldn't understand the simplest equation. Then he looked me straight in the eyes, and I realized that there was hurt floating in them. I waited for him to say something, clueless as to what I was supposed to do if he didn’t give me a straight answer.
“You know after I’ve been so open with you I kinda figured you would give me the same treatment...” he said trailing off.
“What the f**k ar
