PERCIE
I masked my smile with a frown and crossed my arms over my chest. I wanted to show Hailey that even if she came back to our apartment didn’t mean anything to me.
“What are you doing here, Hailey? Aren’t you supposed to be with your parents?” My voice was firmed.
“Dad drove me here. He said I should apologize for what I did during dinner,” she answered quietly, not meeting my gaze.
“Then where is it?”
Her gaze snapped to me with furrowed brows. “Where is the what?”
I did a low growl. “The apology Hailey.” Deep inside, I was grinning. We were still in the hallway, and I was patiently waiting to hear it from her.
“Um. I’m sorry.” Her voice came out a whisper.
“Not sincere enough,” I deadpanned.
Pink blossomed on her cheeks while she twisted her finger. “I said, I’m sorry, okay. I was just embarrassed.”
“Then why did you hang up on me? I wasn’t done talking.”
She froze. Her eyes widened. Now she realized what she did.
“I didn’t hang up on you. I was already in the elevator. There must have been a bad reception inside.” She shrugged.
“I’m still upset. Are you going back to your house tonight?”
She shook her head.
“Maybe I should start learning sign language in YouTube, Hailey.”
She shook her head again. I groaned, frustrated.
“I mean no. Um, about the promise—”
“Forget about that.” I cut her off and marched to the living room.
I tried to forget our conversations over the phone. I knew she was following me. This time, she sat beside me on the couch.
“Why did you ask me if we would just forget about what we talked about over the phone?”
I clenched my jaw. “I don’t wanna talk about it. Just drop it.”
When I looked at her, she was pouting.
“Okay.” She rose from her seat, walking away.
“Where are you going?”
“To my room. I guess I’m done with my apology. Since we’re done talking, I’ll call it a night.”
My mouth hung open. I couldn’t believe she just said that.
“Just like that? Instead of spending your night with your parents, you came all the way here to apologize. Now you called it a night and going to your room. That’s it?” I rose from the couch.
She then stopped. “You want me to forget what we talked about earlier, then yes.” She rolled her eyes. Yeah, Hailey rolled her eyes. Wasn’t she full of surprises?
I must admit. She was cute.
“Fine.” I shrugged.
“And you know what? You’re an ass. Do you know how hard it is to have a gut talking to you? I almost collapsed in the elevator, trying to pull myself together. Then, you just wanted me to forget what we’d talked about over the phone. And yes, I’m going to my room to sleep and snore.”
She just made me speechless, and it never happened before. Ever.
“Now, who’s brave when talking over the phone?” she added before she completely left me alone in the living room.
“Hailey, wait!” Jesus. She ignored me, pretended she heard nothing. This woman was really infuriating. I just found my match. Perfect.
I took a huge breath. Now, I was beyond pissed off.
My chest tightened. My stomach twisted into a knot.
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