Lila’s POV
“What is wrong with you?” I asked as I followed Matty out of the art room.
The class had ended, and he was one of the last students to lead the room. He looked at me with an expressionless face; actually, he looked more bored than anything. This only made me angrier.
How immature could he be?
“I don’t think I know what you are talking about,” he said, folding his arms across his chest.
“You know exactly what I am talking about,” I said, lowering my tone as more students roamed through the halls. “You drew a picture of me on fire. That was incredibly immature of you. I didn’t do anything to you.”
“You’re existing,” he muttered. “That’s enough for me.”
“Why do you hate me so much?”
“I already told you,” he answered narrowing his eyes at me.
“Just because I’m a Vo
