The cold breeze of wind blew some strands of my hair. I fixed it and tied it with a rubber band. I eyed him cautiously. My hands on the pursed ready to pull out my gun. He brought me out of nowhere and we're quite a distance away from the party. I knew he was scheming something.
He's smirking and taking a few steps towards the bushes, he's facing towards me while he's back is facing the bush. There was malice in his eyes. What is he doing? Is he leaving me here?
"Where are you going?" I asked, alarmed. I shouldn't have come with him if he was going to leave me behind. My heart is hammering on my chest. Did he have people following us behind?
As if reading my mind. "You shouldn't, but you did it anyway." I hate how his face turns into smug. I looked at him vigilantly, trying to ascerta
