#Chapter92
Suddenly the door flew open, again. Max was here with a clenching fist.
/"Jake was right about him having anger issues./" She thoughts.
/"I guess you are finished showering./" Nolan stated, pointing out his wet hair covering his forehead, the tight white shirt hugging his body. Droplets of water dripping down on his jaw.
He was the definition of God,
/"Get out./" He said, not breaking the stare with Jayla who squirmed under his stare.
/"Alright./" Nolan squeaked and closed the doit behind him. Once the door was closed, Jayla jumped out of her bed and walked far away from him.
/"What the fuck were you doing with this dickhead?!/" Max barked at Jayla who glared at him, he walked close to her while she backed away from him slowly.
/"This dickhead has a name./" She rolled her eyes.
