"You still don't have a boyfriend?" I tried to be friendly with Louisa because I have no choice but to talk. I respect my effort to converse with her. It was something I thought I wouldn't dare but here I was, asking—an enemy—Apollo's friend.
It's easier for me to treat her when I consider her as Apollo's friend and not a bully. Her face was glaring and I was getting used to it. Mine was like that too but I learned how to smile at people who tried to be friendly with me. That's why it's hard for us to click because we also had similarities with those sharp attitudes.
"It's not something that you care about," she rolled her eyes at me and continued reading a magazine.
I was seated on the chair in front of her and Venice. The boys were grilling outside and we were in the living room beca
