Genevieve:
I was utterly shocked when Wolvin barged into the bathroom and locked the door.
"I'm using the restroom. Can't you wait?" I complained, rolling my eyes and frowning with anger. I vividly remembered how I had trusted him and opened up, only for him to hurt me with his truth.
"I didn't come here to use the restroom," he uttered.
"Are you okay?" he asked softly, leaving me to wonder what he was up to now.
"You came in here just to ask me that?" I muttered in a spoiled mood.
He shook his head, and I couldn't help but roll my eyes in annoyance.
"Then what are you here for?" I knew I was being rude to him, but it was entirely his fault.
"I heard you were crying here," he softly mumbled, making me attempt to compose myself and not let his concern affect me.
"Who told you that?
