CASSIE'S POV
Cassie quickly hit the brake after hearing someone calling out her name loudly. She looked around and found an angry guy walking toward her.
She was stunned. She stared at him standing before her; his face reddened in anger. Sweat rolled from his forehead to his white T-shirt, now soaked from sweat.
"Cassandra Marivella Chen Young!" he repeated, shouting her full name.
She didn't know whether to be intimidated or laugh, not in a funny way, but she was amused and entertained while staring at his sweating, angry face.
"Is this why you refused to be picked up?" he asked her firmly, suppressing his voice not to yell once again, but the tone of it was full of authority.
She can't help but keep silent and gape her eyes, staring at him with her mouth partly open. She can't find the words to defend herself. Why had she always been speechless in front of this guy? She pressed her lips and looked down at the ground, waiting for a lecture.
