one day, cassie is sure that heâs going to give her whiplash. one moment they can talking in a way that makes her think they can be normal again, and the next heâs spewing venom at her. âseriously? you can go choke on a ââ she cut herself of to remember that patience isnât something most people are born with, itâs learned. and the truth is he hasnât been alive long enough to have much of it. at least he has an excuse, her short temper and impatience didnât. she tried to do what everyone said â a deep breath, think before you speak. cassie was half way through the breath though when that all went to hell. again. âyou seriously just said youâre only inviting me so you donât get bitched at, so please, explain to me why i would go somewhere that iâm not actually wanted. enlighten me, oh wise one.â
his brows lift as she begins. eyes widen, body leans forward in interest, all as he waits for a comeback. after all, he deserves it. yet, she goes silent, she doesnât address it. his gaze falls down to her chest as she breathes, her shoulders heaven and he follows with his eyes, shifting upward, glancing at her face. sheâs fascinating, she has a grasp of control that he canât fathom. âyou really think---â he scoffs and rolls his eyes, all while changing his weight from one foot to the other -Â fussy twitchings. it bothers him; her words, the way she thinks she is unwanted. after all, itâs all he did - want her. just a few weeks ago, he tried to show her how much he liked her. and, from the way he sees it, he is the one who isnât wanted at all. âoh, fuck you, cass. you have no right, not after the joke you pulled on me. i was just trying to be decent, but if you donât want to go, then donât go. i canât force you. what else do you want from me?â