"I wanted you to stop looking at me like you've been doing and leave me alone. And when I think about it now, it worked. You stopped looking at me like that. But you said something crappy. So. It's my fault. I'm sorry." Good now leave! She turned around and started to walk away. "Good night Sawyer."
Tom and Tate bolted, both running for their rooms.
He glared. "Are you seriously going to say all that and leave?"
She pulled the door open. "That's what I came here to do." Not stare into his eyes and end up in his bed. What is this? He holds her hand in a bar and suddenly this happens.
Sawyer sat on his bed with a sigh. Feeling three different things. Anger, frustration and relief. Anger at the things she said, wanting him to shut up, treating him like a kid who needs certain things spel
