I rose from my seat with an aim of running away from Kevin who jumped off his motorbike and strode toward me. Dialing with that evil boy would only put me into trouble.
"Ilana!" His yell affected me with nothing; I kept walking, giving him no verbal response. "Ilana, wait!" His selfishness did not let him give up in my ignorance. "Ilana!" This time, his hand rendered me no time to step farther; my feet stopped at his hold on my wrist.
"Let go of my hand!" I shouted before his face which he just ignored.
"I am here to apologize to you." It must be a part of his acting; how could an arrogant person like him say sorry that easily? My lips stretched into a cynical sneer. "I mean it. I am sorry for ruining your reputation. But, I have a reason why I did that. You never know what kind of li
