I was glaring at Keith the whole ride home. Why? Because he's ignoring me!
He's acting like I wasn't here after he kissed me. Like the chaos earlier didn't happen, and like I didn't saw him exchanging bullets with people. Like he never said I belonged to him.
It's as if he doesn't know me and I don't exist in his eyes. In short, he's being an asshole. Again.
I am pretty sure he could sense my brooding silence as I bore burning daggers to the side of his face which was visible to me. I'm damn sure about it because his comrades were casting hesitant glances in my direction ever since I don't know when.
I was trying to make him feel my irritation using my poor eyes which are now hurting as I glared at him. If looks could actually kill, my potent glare would choke him to his death.
I was asking who were those men who tried to shoot us (or was it just me?) and why on earth they would do that. As far as I know, I didn't have any conflicts with anyone.
