As I am enjoying my lunch with Bazzi, once again, Britney comes and sits down across me.
“What do you want?”
Hearing my question, Britney, who brought her meal over, flinched for a moment.
“Can’t I just come over to come, sit, and enjoy my lunch?”
“How about no?”
Hearing my straight refusal, it makes her feel sad and taken aback. Not to mention that Bazzi is there, and he scare her quite a bit. I mean, almost everyone else already knows how stuck up he is and how he keeps on mentioning that this is a survival game and everyone has to fight for themselves.
“Can we talk for a bit?”
Britney then revealed her intentions of coming over as she had something to discuss with me. However, I am too lazy to entertain her, and my time is limited.
“Sorry, I don’t have much time. If you want to
