“It can be,” he answers casually. “For you, it can be.”
“What about that sweetheart of yours?”
He tilts his head to the side, frowning.
“Sweetheart?”
“Don’t try to lie. I know you have a female. Tommy told me.”
His features darken.
“And what did he tell you?” he asks in a low, dangerous voice.
“T-that you told everyone you have a female waiting for you. So don’t even try to charm me with your words since I don’t believe anything that comes out of your mouth anymore. And from now on”—I pause and straighten my back—“I will actually call youNotmine.”
His eyes widen.
“Have a bad day,Notmine. I hope you”—I try to think of something quick—“trip and land in a pile of trash. At least then you’ll be amongst your own.”
Okay, not my best comeback, but it will have to do. I add a huff for good measure and stomp away from him.
My heart pounds in my chest as adrenaline clogs my veins.
“Minnie, wait!”
I walk faster.
I may have managed to keep my wits about me the first time, but I’m not sure I will be able to do it the second time.
Vitry doesn’t seem to take a hint, though. Where I go, he follows.
Since I can’t go to the dorm with him on my trail, I walk around in circles, hoping he’d get tired.
He doesn’t.
“Minnie, let’s talk, all right?”
I don’t answer.
“Minnie, please. Don’t be like this. I can explain everything.”
Right. As if I’d fall for that.
I keep walking.
After some thirty-forty minutes of walking around in circles, I’m starting to get tired. Vitry has not given up, nor has he stopped calling out my name and all but begging me to give him a chance to explain himself.
Taking a deep breath, I stop.
“Minnie…”
“This won’t work,” I tell him before he has the opportunity to say anything. “We need to resolve this.”
“Resolve this…how?”
“There’s too much tension between us.”
“Good on you to notice.” He smirks.