CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
CONTROL YOUR EMOTIONS, KIERAN
She turns and walks away. She expects me to follow. So she can get the satisfaction of creating the picture that she was in charge.
On another day, I’d have asked her to f**k off. Maybe pull on that annoying blonde hair just to emphasize my point, but today I was not going to be doing that.
Ryan grabs my hand and tries to hold me back, but I jerk my arm out of his grip.
I saw Marin looking up at me with his battered face and it soothed me a little, knowing it was purely my handiwork.
I guess she told him not to follow her. She might have said stupid like she could handle me herself.
How naïve.
Well, I didn’t mind that at the moment.
She walks towards the classrooms and I follow. Her skirt is swooshing simultaneously with her high po
