"I am sorry."
"....???"
I looked at him strangely as he bowed his head slightly.
But my expression hardened as his words sank in.
"What did you do?" I snarled, my voice coming out harsh.
If this idiot did something stupid, I don't know what I might do.
"I am sorry for trying to get close to Senior Christina," he replied, standing up and looking into my eyes.
"...The fuck did you do?" I asked again, stepping closer, glaring at him.
He met my gaze firmly, replying softly, "I didn't do anything, and I am truly sorry for what I tried to do."
"You don't look like someone asking for an apology," I snarled, observing his face.
Like I said, he doesn't look even a little bit guilty for what he did.
I see no remorse or guilt in his eyes...they only held hatred.
The same hatred that I have been seeing since the start.
"You are right," he admitted, his brown eyes staring at me coldly.
