“Can you stop acting like we’re friends? I despise you.” I shoved past him and clipped down the sidewalk. Skipping to catch up, he persisted. “But we are friends, Ace. Look at us—strolling hell together, working to please the devil.” “I do not care about pleasing that arrogant, lying bully of a prick.”
If she knows he isn’t in control I don’t understand why she’s being mean to him. He’s trying to be nice
