CHAPTER THIRTY TWO
I’M NOT HIS GIRL
I marched towards them, my anger clearly showing on my face because why should I bother to hide it?
Give me a reason
See ? there's none.
“Get your w***e out of my chair.” I said defiantly to Kieran as soon as I got there, hands crossing over each other and putting my weight on one leg.
“I don’t see your name on it.” He raises a brow, and I wanted to rip out every single jet black hair on it.
“We can play this game and see how this ends. I always win this argument.” I say smugly because I always do in fact. I don’t care if it’s childish, but it’s mine and mine only and I was going to maintain that rule.
“By running to go and tell? What are you, Eight?” He laughs. It’s the sarcastic one, not the real one he was giving her earlier.
I huff and face
