After the ball, I accompanied William and Dante back to the academy. My parents said goodbye and promised to visit soon. However, I didn't pay this much attention because I was still livid from the previous event.
As we went back, I stared straight ahead fuming with anger. I gripped my seat, imprinting a dent from my fingernails. Dante looked out the window with an indifferent expression, but occasionally he would glance at me to make sure I was alright. William had a nervous expression on his face and fidgeted from the tense atmosphere.
Finally William spoke, "Seri... A-Are you feeling sick or anything?"
"Yes." I muttered through clenched teeth.
William gulped, "Ah... I see." He fidgeted some more feeling uncomfortable by the atmosphere. He chuckled trying to lighten it up, "You know.. I always thought I would prefer it if you talked less."
"Uhuh." I said still glaring at nothing.
