"I'm sorry what was that?"
I couldn't of heard that right.
Ryce's emerald eyes bore into mine. "Don't leave."
I scoffed. "Are you bipolar? Do you just like playing with me? Is that it? Is this some kind of game for you? Cause it's giving me whiplash!"
Ryce stood, and walked over to me. He's only a few feet away from me as he reached up, and brushed a stray tear from my cheek.
"I don't want to play with you." He said it so softly.
The look in Ryce's eyes has me losing my grip.
"Really? Cause you're always yelling at me, and being a complete ass, and then you make me feel like I'm the only girl in the world. Then it's back to being an asshole then back to being a nice guy! I just can't take it anymore. It hurts. You are nothing but a... a... a.. raging dickwad!"
Can I be any lam
