"Why are you here?"
That didn't seem an appropriate question to ask but it a fact that we were no longer the same.
Yeah he never comes to our room anymore like it was plagued so why was he even here?, "you are late" he said and I could feel the heaviness of his words,
"I was out ..a friend needed my help". I was cool about it though a little guilty but not worried after all I did nothing wrong.
" by friend you mean Mr Anderson huh"
I was struck was he following me? When did he start doing that
" Are you following me?" I couldn't help but get mad how dare he pull that on me.
But that didn't seem to bother him, it made me frown even more. He was up very intimidating but I held my stance not giving in first, he was right in front of me his tall figure towering above mine but I was not afraid just our proximity brought other things that I had long buried and never felt in a long time. He seem to notice my struggle and smirked with cold air around him.
