SUNDAY. 2:45 PM.
He steps forward but I stay rooted in my spot, to show him that I am not easily intimidated. "I should ask you those exact same questions because last I checked, you were a sophomore. Shouldn't you not be here since it's a Sunday?"
I lift up my hand in a pause motion to stop him from speaking and it works. "You have no right to speak to me especially after what you did on Friday." I fold my arms. "Wait, why were you even at my school that night, are you homeless?"
I look him up and down. He doesn't look homeless in his dark green hoodie and black jeans with his hair in a nice, slightly messy cut.
"Why are you going on Campeek!?" He asks with a serious face.
I ignore him.
"You owe me 600 dollars you know, it cost me a lot that you destroyed those presents."
"I like that I destroyed it because what you were doing was worthless and stupid."
I scoff. "So you're calling me worthless and stupid? Damn, you sure do have guts."
