THE QUESTIONS
Hallie pushed the door open and stepped into the room. Jerald stared at her from the bed, sitting up gently.
"Should you enter into my room without knocking?" He asked.
"No, probably." She shrugged, "Can I sit? My legs hurts."
"How is that my problem?" He asked, raising his brow.
She frowned slightly. "This is why everyone keeps their distance from you, you are a jerk to others."
"What?" He asked.
Her eye widened and she pursed her lips tightly together. She'd forgotten she was Hallie.
"You of all people should not say that to me, Hallie. You are the one who wanted to break up in the first place." He shot at her and look at how much mess you've put yourself in.
She sighed softly as she thought for a second. What would Hallie have felt at that moment in time? What was she thinking? Jerald said they were close until she asked for a break-up for no particular reason and the next day, she was announced to be betrothed to Logan.
"Jerald."
