Olivia’s POV
He drove me home staring blankly at the road, his knuckles were white, and I noticed that it was because his hands wrapped hard around the steering wheel, his lips pressed into a line and his teeth were clenched
‘I’m the one that should be angry not him, how can he force himself on me like that? How dare he act like I did something wrong?’
We got to my house, and I quickly climbed out of the car slamming the door behind me not looking back, when I got to the door I heard his car screech away
“So, who was that?” Amy rushed to meet me at the door as I stepped in
“Nobody”, I said in a curt way trying to end the conversation, I veered right, and she blocked my way, I veered left, and she followed
“Was that a boy?”
“Get out of my way Amy”, I was not in the mood to talk right
