I tried to push him away again and he caught one of my hands and turned it over so he could assess it. "Want to explain about these? One couldn't possibly get these while falling down a set of stairs." He raised an eyebrow and turned my hand again so I could take a look at my scrapes I have received yesterday when I tripped in the woods.
His grip wasn't strong so I instantly yanked my hand back, leaving only the hollow sleeve of my sweatshirt in his grip. He smirked in a way as if my action confirmed his suspicion. I was starting to get goose bumps if he really knew something about yesterday.
"I don't have to answer you." I retorted and he let go of the hollow sleeve, letting me adjust my arm back in the sleeve. "Just leave me alone." I said without looking at him.
