CONNOR'S POV
When Anika ran towards me, pretending to want to show me something, I knew what she wanted. To talk. I had a lot to say to her too. I also wanted to make sure that the feelings I had during dinner was not past love or anything. It had to be hatred.
As soon as we entered, I shut the door and turned to face her.
"Anika, what is it?" I asked, glaring at her wide pleading face. "Funny how that doesn't work anymore. Try something else."
She wore a more serious expression on her face before coming closer to meet me. Her citrus scent clogged my nostrils, reminding me of memories I had tried so hard to bury.
"Why do you think I'm here, Connor? It's to make up for all those times I was stupid." She started. "I was young and greedy, I admit. But can you blame me? All that you wa
