•DIORA•
"Okay, fine!" I spoke up. "I'll ask," I frowned, poking her skin with my fingernails.
"You are going to drill a hole into the floor, D." She rolled her eyes, sparing me a glance through her peripheral vision.
"Well, I wouldn't be doing that if you weren't ignoring me," I seethed.
"Of course, I wasn't," she debunked, throwing her brown waves over her shoulder. Her shimmering lips were pursed in a frown, and her amber orbs gleamed with confusion that could have fooled me.
"You should drop the act, it doesn't suit you," I retorted boldly.
"I don't even know what you are talking about!" she whispered yelled, her eyes darting around, hoping she didn't draw attention to herself.
Her eyes flitted back to mine, and my gaze clashed with hers, a brow tugging up reflexively. She held m
