Fuming, stubborn, with my temples throbbing and the urge to scream gnawing at me, I walk down the corridor without looking back.
«How dare he talk to me like that? What the hell was he thinking when he said “it's not my problem”? Does he even know that that i***t Priscilla made fun of me? Seriously, Cedric?!»
I wanted him to order me, to command me, but not like this. Not with her in front, not in such a disgraceful and overbearing way. I know perfectly well that he shouldn't treat me with sweetness, not even imply that there's something between us, but I can't contain the helplessness I feel and felt when he came at me with such audacity.
If we had been alone, I wouldn't hesitate to refute, to put him in his place, and as things are, I know very well that we would end up hooking up, bu
