I huffed and ruffled my hair before lying on my back in anger. “How dare he accuse me of throwing tantrums? Can't he be considerate of me? What if I died? Well, it won't faze him since he has a perfect mate next to his side. I hate him.” I bemoaned.
Until the next day, I didn't catch a trace of anyone. Great, I've healed already, and the most important thing is not to get stifled to death due to annoyance by just seeing their face. That Oswald jerk!
As soon as it's dawn, I take my bath, apply my skincare, and do all the necessary things I need to do before picking up my things.
I left for school without catching a trace of Wyatt. Perhaps he's out to train, or he didn't come home last night. Since I hadn't left the room since I woke up, I didn't know.
Still, the thought of being called
