CHAPTER 68

  My jaw dropped as shudders ran through my spine; goose bumps filled my entire body with terror, hitting me so hard that my legs dragged back unintentionally.

  Rejection is the last thing I will be able to bear.

  All I prayed for was for it to be a prank. I waited for him to call it a joke, but he never did. I pulled myself together and moved closer to his front, cupped his jaw, and drew closer to him.

  "It's a prank, right?" I muttered the question, gasping as I swallowed the bile in my throat. Tears were flowing freely down my cheeks.

  "Don't touch me!" He huffed and slapped my hand away, pushing me off.

  I almost fell, but was able to stagger and get hold of myself again. The push wasn't with full force but had more of an element of disgust and loathing in it.

  I looked up at his expression and wished I hadn't because it was covered with hate, which I don't know why.