"Avery." He grabbed my arm almost roughly. He caught up with me just outside the restaurant.
"Please. Let's talk." He looked desperate and frustrated that the arrogant and the hottest quarterback I once knew washed off from his face. His hair was dishevelled like he just woke up from a nightmare. And that nightmare was me.
"We did talk and now we're done. Let go, Ryker. I'm going home." He still held a firm grip on my arm.
"It's him, isn't he?" I frowned confused to what he said. "You like that guy Stefano."
I slapped him with no hesitation. His face turned swiftly to the right from the impact.
"What the f**k is wrong with you?" I said fumingly. I want to punch him right on his handsome face. But I already have my hands full on Stefano. I can't be this fool's driver.
I sighed. He fel
