“Why you didn’t tell her the truth?” I heard her voice coming from under my hoodie. I could tell she was up because all that damn train sounding snoring had stopped. I looked over, as she stared at me. “What’s the truth?” “You hate me.” I snorted. “Yeah.” “See.” “Zoya, I don’t have time for the mind games with you. If you think I hate you, then I’m gonna let you have it, my dear.”
This bitch is annoying
