Eight

Zyrielle's POV.

“Why won’t I talk about her huh?”

Lucas sighed before yelling, “What the fuck is wrong with you Cheryl!”

"What do you mean by why am I talking about her?" Cheryl answered angrily and I moved backward, hiding behind the boulder in the house, watching them.

"I don't understand what you're arguing about. I don't know what you want me to do anymore." Lucas fired at her darkly and now I was getting more confused about their argument. It didn't make any sense.

"Why did you allow her just insult you and go scot-free instead of doing the needful? You should have made her regret her actions.”

“Now, we are the laughing stock in the country…possibly half the world. Have you forgotten that we were on live tv?" She reminded him.

“Not only that but you fucking dare her to leave and started acting like a kid!”

“And whose idea was that huh?”

I think I was just getting the hang of the argument, but it still didn't make any sense to me. Why would they imagine that I w