"What the hell is this?"
I looked up to see who it was and saw that it was Justin.
"Are you filming a drama or what? You're so good at acting like you're the victim, Andre," he said as he walked closer towards us.
He was holding two bottles of water. Earlier, he left to get us some water because I said I was thirsty and he just came back now.
I'm kind of getting nervous now that he's here. Is he mad?
"Daryl, let go of that scumbag," he commanded with authority in his voice. I just stared at him, refusing to let go of Andre.
"What are you doing? I said let go," he said as his forehead creased.
He's angry.
I can tell from his pheromones. No, even without his pheromones, I can tell that he's definitely angry.
But...
"No," I said firmly as I glared at him. His facial expression became more distorted. "Daryl," he called my name with a warning tone.
"I don't want to," I said, still not wanting to let go of him.
