Disappointing

Amia

“No one was stalking me Dylan. I came here with the two of them, we drove here together. They were giving me privacy while I talked. They’re my friends, Dylan, that’s all,” I said, hoping to convince him.

“I don’t believe a single word coming from that whore mouth of yours,” Dylan growled. “Nor do I remember asking you for an explanation.”

“You kind of did,” Liz said rudely.

“I don’t think I remember asking you human,” Dylan snarled.

“And I don’t—”

“Don’t talk to her that way,” I said.

“What?” Dylan asked.

“Don’t talk to Liz that way. You aren’t angry with her, you’re angry with me. They care about me and they don’t want to see me… they don’t want to see me hurt,” I said.

“I don’t care who they are to you. You are mine, you belong to me, and I don’t have to explain myself to anyone,” Dylan spat.

“Maybe not,” Calum started, “but you have to explain yourself to me.”

“Oh? And why would I give two shits about what you think?” Dylan asked.

He yanked his arm free from Levi’s