Instead of feeling intimidated in a small space with a guy built like a brick house and glaring down at her, Keira tried to arch her eyebrow to look nonchalant, when said eyebrow didn't arch up, she continued with her unimpressed expression and tied the last of her laces up. "You do know these are the girls changing rooms."
Kodi didn't respond. The silence grew thick with tension, and she finally leaned back against the locker and stared at him. "What do you want?" Keira asked sternly, hoping her voice would snap him out of whatever fury he seemed to be in.
When he didn't reply, Keira scoffed. "Unlike some, I don't have time to play games." She grabbed her bag and started to round Kodi's shoulder.
"I'm not done," Kodi growled, yanking her shoulder strap back.
Keira fell back into the lockers, her bag dropping to the floor, and glared up at him.
Who the F does he think he is?
"I AM."
