Chapter eighty five

My legs carried me back into the house, as I got in, I moved slowly and soon arrived at the living room only to see Roland sitting and watching his phone. "Is this a trap? But he is so beautiful and cute. God really took time to mold his face," I admired in my head but kept a stoic face.

As they say, beauty is in the eyes of the beholder this beholder in me considers and see's you ugly with faeces sneered on your face the moment you annoy or piss me off.

He turned his neck looked at me, and went back to his phone. " Are you really avoiding me because I said you should?!!" I screamed in my head and glared at him with my fist folded.

"No, you won't have to do that!!" I moved to the other couch and sat down, resting my head on the edge of the couch while stealing glances at him. His concentration was still on his phone, " What's really funny or interesting in that phone of yours?" I said in my head.

"Did you really just give up in the fight so quickly? Just a few words or character you a