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"He's my ex." I said a little low. I'm nervous, I don't know why. Am I guilty? Because I told him about Wayne? I shouldn't, right? Nicholas and I aren't together really. We're just lovers in bed. I don't need to tell him about that because you have no effect on our relationship, does it? He didn't talk after I said that. He wasn't looking at me either. Just staring at the door, still meeting with eyebrows, and seems to be deep in thought. And he looks mad.

"Are you mad?" I asked. I can't touch him. I'm nervous. Not that I think he will hurt, but his face, his mad face is making me so nervous I can't move from where I'm standing.

"To you? No. At him, yes!" He said snobbishly. I could see the anger on his face. "I will get angry at you if you agreed to talk to him." He said seriously. My heart hammered because of that. Why would he be angry if I agreed to talk to Wayne?

"But I witnessed how angry you are to him. How you pushed him away from you. I'm not mad at you." He said. Then he lo