I swing around to face him. “What you did tonight? That was fucked up.” His eyes narrow. “Was it? Because I walked away for ten minutes, and Freddy Rook was fawning all over you. Buying you ugly, little trinkets like he has the right to buy you anything at all.” There’s a dangerous edge to his tone that suggests I’m treading a thin line, but I’m too pissed off to care.
This boy is so possessive that I'm actually not sure if he's not the type to stoop down to pissing on her to mark his territory, like ADRIAN PLEASE 😭✋✋✋
