Kayla.
I headed straight to my room, my steps quick and heavy as irritation continued to burn inside me because of Scott’s reaction earlier. The more I thought about it, the more annoyed I became. His expression, his attitude, the way he had acted—it all replayed repeatedly in my mind, making the frustration settle even deeper into my chest.
I didn’t want to think about him anymore.
I just wanted to get to my room and shut the door behind me before my anger completely consumed me.
I hadn’t even fully turned toward my room’s direction when someone suddenly pulled me sharply from behind.
A startled gasp nearly escaped my lips as my back collided against a hard chest. Strong arms immediately wrapped around my waist, holding me firmly in place before I could even react properly. The grip
