BRITTANY'S POV
Penny was right after all. For the next few seconds that felt more like hours, Zayne just stood there staring at me.
I was so nervous, I couldn't look at him. I could see Penny smiling slyly out of the corner of my eyes.
I gave her a look and forced my gaze back on Zayne. I had to say something. I was feeling extremely awkward at this point.
“Why am I dressed up? Penny didn't explain much except for telling me I have to attend an event with you.” I said.
He finally pulled his electrifying gaze away from my body and focused on my face.
He said nothing for several seconds.
“Yes.” Just one word. Seriously? He was insufferable and arrogant, and despicable.
Couldn't he be more specific? Would it kill him? Did answering in monotone or giving clipped answers like that add
