Shawn
"What do I deserve to know?!"
Martin, Stacey, and Agatha looked in the direction of my voice and I can see in Agatha's eyes that she regretted looking at me. She knows I am hella mad, upset, and disappointed.
"Shawn," she whispered and slowly stood up.
"Tell me, Agatha. What do I deserve to know, huh?"
"He's going to tell you, man, just give her some time." It was Martin who talked for her and I felt more pissed.
When my man told me she went to a café I knew very well, with a man and a woman, I already know who would it be, after all, Agatha doesn't know many people. She hasn't been here very long. I know I shouldn't be this mad without knowing the reason behind it yet, but how serious is this that she can't even tell me?
"I'm not talking to you," I replied without even looking at Martin.
