"I didn't send anything to you." Ace said as he denied the text in front of him.
"What do you mean you didn't text me?" I ask, my brow furrowed, because I recall the text message and Ace can see it.
He exhale. "Sugarplum. I don't have that phone number, so this isn't me." Ace said as he tried to reason with me.
"So, who the hell sent this to me? You're driving me insane." I mumble.
Ace exhales. "How did you expect me to... let's go inside and talk about it." Ace stutters.
"I can't go inside." I responded, and what I saw was a genuine response.
He frowns. "You can't even enter my room because you're mad at me?" Ace interrogate.
I can tell he's misinterpreting my actions, so I decided to enter the room. "What do you want to tell me?" I inquire because I want Ace to be quick with his words.
