~Triston Anderson~
“Well,” I'd expected her to say more when she suddenly stopped walking.
“Alix?” Confusion etched my expression as I turned over to her, surprised when I noticed her tightened grip had caused her knuckles to turn white.
She was staring far ahead, so I followed the gaze to see who or what made her that way.
Which was when I sighted a dude with a female, both pressed to a car.
They were giggling about something and were probably going to kiss.
Was he her boyfriend? Was he cheating on her? Was that why she looked annoyed?
Or hurt?
“Alix.” I turned back to her, irritation and sympathy wrapping around me.
Irritation towards the moron, but her…
She didn't deserve to see such. Nobody did.
When she didn't reply, I decided to use the hard and stern way.
Furrowing my b
