I knew who was behind me. I had spent two years with this boy. I was so mad at him that I turned around and pushed him hard.
"I hate you, Bruce." I said while giving him a hostile look.
The force of my push nearly caused him to lose control of his movement. He frowned at me as if he were bewildered by my reaction.
"I heard what happened in the auditorium. You did not have to worry about us. I was waiting for a signal from you. Baby, I have always been yours," he said in a convincing tone.
A sense of relief that had been absent for the past few months could be seen in his handsome face. As if he had finally obtained something that he had been seeking, his eyes lit up with excitement.
I scoffed at him while wiping my tears. "If you think I was the one who did something like that, then y
