Derek's POV
"Derek, what are you doing here?" Bella stuttered, her eyes filled with fear.
"It has always been him, right?" I said, my tone laced with anger. "Why do you always have to do this, Bella? Why are you here when you know deep down that you are in love with Zachary?" Anger and sadness intertwined in my voice.
"It's not what you think, Derek. I just wanted..." Bella's voice trailed off, attempting to explain herself.
"Just save the bullshit you're about to say," I rudely interrupted.
"There's blood on you. What happened?" she asked, her gaze fixed on the bloodstain on my clothes, but I couldn't care less.
"Don't act like you care about me, and what happens to me isn't your business," I replied with annoyance.
"Yeah, you're right. It's none of my business," she said, picking
