DID HE JUST WALK OUT ON ME?

       Did he just walk out on me? She asked herself. She didn't blame him, it was Nora she blamed for putting her in this position. He walked to the kitchen. She was not going to let it slide. She stormed into the kitchen with him. 

        "Did you just walk out on me?" she asked folding her arms across her chest. 

      He ignored her and went to the fridge, looking for something she doesn't know. She glared at him and was even more furious that he had ignored her. 

        "Answer me! Did you just ignore me?!" 

   He took out a bottle of alcohol she had put in his fridge. She cringed, she had forgotten about those. She had said she would remove them as early as possible, before he looked inside his fridge. He took the bottle to the counter, she reached at the glass shelf and took out a shot. 

      "That is mine," she said. 

    He turned to face her, an evil smirk on his face. "Well, they were in my fridge." 

         "That doesn't make it yours!" 

         "Rule number seven: Never used my things and I won't use yours. Rule number eleven: Those that make the rules are always the first to break them," he said and started to laugh. 

      She was so helpless. She just stood there looking at him. "Well, I was drunk that was why I put those there." 

       "Join me if you want to," he said raising a glass up. 

     She felt her bile rising, but she was too helpless to do anything and she hated that she was too helpless and she was never one to be helpless. She felt like breaking down there and crying, but she was the last person to cry in the front of this man. 

        "I hate you," she said slowly. 

     Ethan turned and raised a brow at her, then he gulped down a shot of alcohol and started towards her. She stood there looking at him. He came with the bottle in one hand and the shot in the other hand. 

       "Miss Prescott, why do I feel like you are in love with me?" 

     Faith's eyes shone in horror, she opened her mouth. 

      "What are you talking about right now?" Her heart suddenly started racing. "How can you spit that out of your mouth?" 

      He laughed softly, his eyes still on hers. She glared at him unflinching. What was even wrong with this guy? 

       "If not, why would you always want me to notice you. Are you by any chance throwing yourself at me?" he asked squirting his eyes at her. 

       Faith couldn't even take it anymore. She unfolded her arm and grabbed the drink from him. "Give me back my drink. I don't have time for this right now." 

      She stormed out of the kitchen with the wine and the smell wafted into her nostrils and it upsetted her stomach. She felt she wanted to puke and ran into her room and went straight to the bathroom. Nora saw her with a bottle in hand and her jaw dropped in awe.