“How old are you again?”

I shook my head in anger, making my hair coming loose out of its ponytail, and marched down the street, Raine close behind.

“Why did you even do that?”

“Well, bodyguards can’t really recognize someone when they’re…intimately engaged.”

Only hearing that made me blush to the roots of my hair. “So that was just a tactic?!”

“You could call it that.”

“Why the hell are you looking so wistful?!” I snapped at him, completely enraged.

I had been hoping for the first time I was kissed to be romantic – not for it to serve as a camouflage move!

“I’m not looking wistful. Those grocery bags hurt.”

“They can hurt a lot more, trust me!” I warned, tears brimming in my eyes.

I’ve had enough of crying.

I turned away, and started stomping down my path again.

I couldn’t hear him behind me; I don’t know why – maybe it was because of the ferocious pounding of my heart in my ribcage.

As soon as I was in my room, I took out Scooter and practically squeezed him to death.