KYLE
“What the hell is your problem?” I abruptly let go of Sylvia as we stopped in the middle of the hallway.
She intentionally folded her arms under her boobs and pushed them higher up before giving me a puppy-eyed look, one I was very much immune to by the way.
“I haven’t seen you in a while and I thought it’d be nice to surprise you,” the words sounded as stupid as her usual thought process.
“Even after I specifically told you that I was busy with schoolwork when you texted?” More like triple texted, but that’s not the point.
She sighed tiredly and stood up straighter, “you’ve been using that same excuse for over a week, babe, and I know that you’re not that bothered about schoolwork.”
True.
Also, I was still reeling from how being called “babe” by her made my skin crawl.
“When
