Zenia's POV
I had not left the party. Instead, I was inside EJ's bedroom awaiting for him. I was not about to be crumbled and shattered when he hadn't heard my side of the story.
I knew he was angry, his eyes said it all, but I needed to stand my ground, swallow up my fears, and be true to myself and him.
I sat at the edge of his bed, looking around his bedroom in satisfaction. Everything was neatly arranged and in order-- not a T-shirt on the bed or a book laying on the floor.
His bed felt so comfortable beneath me, I couldn't help it but lay myself back.
"What are you doing in here?"
I flung myself up and saw his angry grey eyes staring at me. "I need to talk to you."
"Well, I don't wanna talk to you so you can leave."
"I'm not going anywhere until you hear me out."
"Zenia, I'm
