27. Aftermath

Isabelle's POV

And with that, I stormed off. Or that's what I thought I did before I was violently snatched and turned around.

"What's your deal?" I shrieked.

But he didn't answer me. He only dragged me outside to my favorite spot to hide.

"Why won't you answer me? Let go of me!"

"There," he said after letting go of my arm, "Now what the fuck are you talking about? That was before you and it didn't even mean anything. If it had meant anything, I would've felt guilty and told you about it way sooner. Also, I was sworn to secrecy that next morning," he explained.

"Either way, both of you can stay away from me. Sworn to secrecy or not, someone should've told me. I don't want my best friend's leftovers! That's disgusting. I trusted you and you hid something like that from me," I replied, "It's kinda sad that you two hid that from me. With me being close to death and all, I at least thought you two would tell me the truth. Were you e