Cynthia Dion:
"Do you want to argue?" he grunted, narrowing his eyes.
"You're the one blocking my way," I stated, raising my voice a little.
"Lower your volume," he closed his eyes momentarily, processing, and then muttered under his breath, "Get inside; I'll drop you off at home." He attempted to calm himself by taking a deep breath.
"Why? Are you afraid someone might see you bullying me?" I scoffed, avoiding eye contact.
"Cynthia," he closed his eyes and clenched his jaw in frustration. I was trying to understand why he was so into my whereabouts. He had rejected me and he should be over me now.
"I appreciate your offer, but I can't be seen with you after my father saw us on that tape. Please, maintain your distance from me," I avoided his gaze, but I could sense his eyes fixed on
