Keth POV
I was sick and f*****g tired of Tiara. "Why does she keep disgracing herself always?" "We have been standing here since." "Why the hell did you bring me out?" She asked, yelling. Does she ever get tired of displaying her stupidity?
"Tiara, what's the color of your problem?" I asked, my eyes not leaving hers.
"It's you, Keth." "You are my problem," she said, not calming down still.
"Wow, me? "How?" I asked, confused, because I couldn't remember committing any crime to deserve this, her punishment.
"Keth, what are we? "I honestly want to know, please," she said dramatically. I rolled my eyes.
"Seriously, I don't even know. "Because this wasn't the polite Tiara I once liked or was trying to fall for," I spat truthfully. It was better to tell her the real facts.
"So we weren't
