Demyan
The car ride to the hotel had been the longest of my life as Malia looked out of the window with a massive pout and her arms folded across her chest. I knew there was no chance of debate since she had turned her whole body to look away from me.
A part of me wondered why she did not just drive off with my sisters or EJ. Surely she would have been better off with them since she seemed to hate me so much.
"Do you want to talk?" I sighed as we stopped at the red traffic light.
"You said we would talk after your Dad's birthday. Apparently I have to make an appointment to fight with you so please tell me what time, date and location sweetie?" she practically spat 'sweetie' throwing it back at me since I had said it this morning during my apparent 'diva' moment.
