In control of life

Bella's POV

"What are you talking about?" I asked, staring down the unwelcome presence who had just settled down beside me.

"Chill out! I was just trying to be supportive. It's not like everyone doesn't already know what happened to you," He said, his tone conveying mock empathy that I didn't appreciate one bit.

I knew what he was talking about.

I had an idea of what was going on inside that egg-shaped head of his but I wanted him to say what was on his mind instead of presenting this facade of concern and care that he was just using as an excuse to lay down poorly concealed insults.

"Brandon or whatever your name is, I am trying to be polite because I do not enjoy being rude, but if you keep up that tone with me, I would not hesitate to switch up on you," I said slowly, making sure to elucidate my words such that even a dumb five year old would understand.