IVY
“Are you just going to keep on staring at me?” I finally broke the silence when the family was taking too long to show up with the ‘dinner’ they went to get and I looked at Nixon who was still silent.
He smiled when our eyes met and he placed his arm on the table before resting his chin against the heel of his palm. I gave him an odd look when he took that position and just kept staring at me without saying a word and I c****d my head to the side.
“Do you have something to say to me?” I asked him with a frown when his long silent stare started to make me feel uncomfortable in a not-so-good way and his smile only grew bigger.
“I wanted to see how long it would take before you'd get mad” he finally spoke and I was speechless at first. He wanted to deliberately get me mad? Why?
“Why
