"Where are we going?!" I suddenly yelled as we both stopped at the beachside. Mila was surprised by the way how I acted.
"I'm taking you to our room, Lauren," Her brows met in irritation when she looked at me, "Is that a problem? Do you want to be with that guy? the guy who hurt you earlier?" She unbelievably asked.
"Why don't you ask yourself? Why are you being so hypocritical, Camila?" I sarcastically smiled as I playfully looked at her. I know that alcohol's still in my system, but I couldn't stop myself from being bulgar since it's the only thing that can give me confidence.
The irritation in her eyes vanished as it turned into guilt. I never wanted to guilt-trip her. Maybe I should stop protecting her feelings whenever she's unaware that she's already hurting someone.
"L-Lau
