I didn't talk to him on Thursday. Surprisingly, he obeyed my dreadful command and didn't try to talk to me at school or anywhere outside of it. I got my phone back in the morning, but it remained silent for the rest of the day. Our gazes locked quite a few times around the campus, but we both did a good job of pretending we haven't seen each other. Childish, I know, but hey, I wasn't the one who started it all.
As if to Sierra, she was probably even more pissed at him than I was. She referred to him as, quoting, 'a narcissistic asshole raised among peacocks.' Putting an accent on peacocks.
She wasn't angry with me, though. Sure, she still wasn't overly enthusiastic about what I had done, but she no longer wanted to rip all of my hair out and wipe our apartment's floor with it. Which was
