35. Jealousy

"C'mon man, calm down! What the fuck is the matter with you! You're scaring the poor girl, can't you see!?" His friend continues to placate him and as if a slate was magically wiped clean, I see his face transform from one of anger to being emotionless.

"Yeah, sure" He replies and smirks at me before walking toward the direction where their car is parked.

"Come, we'll drop you off wherever you're going." His friend says as we both watch him walk away

"Okay, thank you," I say and follow beside him

"Thank you for your intervention," I say to him again and he just smiles and nods back at me. Why would he still smile at me after the way I talked to him earlier? He couldn't have forgotten how I was rude to him so soon or could he? I wonder

I'm naturally not a rude and unkind person. Just that when I'm angry, I do and say things that when I later think back and remember what I did, I would seriously wonder and doubt if I was not possessed by some daredevil being. And that was exactly what