Chapter Three Hundred And Fifty-eight: Asshole

The third point of view:

"No, no, no, this can't be happening," Anabelle groaned as soon as she received the text from Isabella: She would be unable to join her in the days to come because she traveled to the base. 

"What in fuck name is the base?" Anabelle was distraught. So much for going on her cousin. She had intentionally invited Isabella over to her place so she could put that damn Julie in his place. Who knew she would be left alone? 

Julie was a damned bully! A creature from hell! How could someone like him exist? He was hell-bent on making her life miserable! 

And speak of the devil. 

Her phone rang almost immediately and it was him. Actually, she could have ignored him but that guy was crazy! He could barge into her house as he did previously. 

"What do you want?" her tone depicted she was not so pleased with his call. 

"You,"