Meghan's POV
"I won't fall for him don't worry about me Amara," I told her firmly but she just smirked at me then crossed her arm on her chest and looked at me from head to toe.
"But I see the opposite Meghan. The way you look at Connor shows that you have been smitten. Fool yourself but you cannot fool me I have been there." She grabbed the brush and dip it into the paint but before she could even put it in the empty canvas I held her wrist tightly.
"Who are you?!" In a low tone but firm voice, I asked her. She turned her head to me and put the brush down. She looked at me intently like she is studying my face.
"Connor's friend?" She answered unsure that made me pissed. I held her wrist even tighter to get the answer that I want. She tried pulling her wrist from my hold but she did no
