BEYANCA'S POV
You know there are times when you're completely and utterly clueless about something. You've absolutely no idea about it and the last two cells of your brain are about to commit suicide because of that.
Yeah, that's because you're dumb!
I'm not. No.
But I'm still so freakin' clueless about what he just asked.
"Why are you back here Beya?" He asked me again because of my lack of response. His eyes held the same strange emotion.
Well now we atleast know it's not sorry or regret!
Jackass.
"Are you serious right now?" I asked raising a brow at him.
"Just answer my fucking question!" He said to me, trying his best to not snap at me. My face did not faze, it still had the uninterested expression which was clearly showing how annoyed I was right now.
Like seriously- who wouldn't be?
"Oh fuck off!" I said and gave him the finger before turning around and walking off in the direction of my car. The nerve of this idiot. Who the hell does he think he is?