Anastasia’s POV
“So you’re back?” She asked.
“Isn’t it obvious?” I asked back.
“You changed.” She mumbled.
We’re inside a room, only the two of us. After her deep glares at me earlier she leave the gym and went inside here and since I wanted to talk to her, I told Dylan that I’ll just go to the comfort room and I followed her.
“Yeah, I did,” I replied.
“So what are your plans now huh? Trying to get revenge on all of us here? Oh, c’mon Anastasia Sullivan, you can’t do that!” She roared. But I didn’t show any affection to it, I remained in my firm face as I slowly flash a wide grin and loud sarcastic laughs.
I saw how irritation cross her eyes. That’s more I like it.
I slowly walk towards her and lean on myself.
“Correction dear, I’m not the Anastasia you met before anymore
