chapter 83

I tapped my feet furiously against the ground. No matter how many times and the slightly distorted rhythm that slipped through my ears, it did nothing to calm me down. If anything, it only heightened my anger and my frustration all at once. I ran a hand through my hair. I'd been doing that for the past hour now and honestly, it wasn't helping. Not one bit. Instead, the more I did it, the more frustrated I got and honestly I was this close to ripping out the strands of my hair straight my scalp.

If it wasn't already obvious that I was mad, I had no idea what else would give it away. I couldn't see my face, but I wouldn't put it past the fact that I was as red as a tomato and if I didn't find a solution as soon as possible, my cheeks wouldn't stop coloring in rage.

Where the hell was she?

I'd lost count of the number of times I'd asked myself that question. At a point, I even started answering these questions, but did that give me an answer? No way. I was more confused than when