EMILY'S POV.
I looked at her, and there was a desperateness in her eyes, as if she could make me say I didn't like him. It angered me. She had been rude to me, but wanted me to answer her petty question.
By her side, a hand was folded into a tight fist, and it made me give a smile.
"I believe it's not my duty to keep whatever I feel for Lucas in check. Right? It's also not my duty to explain our relationship, and what goes on between us, so I'm sorry, but I do not owe you an answer to your question." I said, and made to walk past her, but she held my elbow.
I looked at it, and jerked it out of her hand.
She didn't deserve to hold me like that.
I walked away from her, and sat at the dining table.
"What would you like to eat?" Kaye asked me.
"Maybe some cereal. I don't really have much appetite. I ate a lot yesterday." I said to her, rubbing my eyes.
"Cornflakes?"
