Elián;
I turn around and find Bram covered in an oversized coat, staring at me with curious green eyes.
Every ounce of peace I felt in the past few seconds vanishes, and anger begins to flood my veins. God, I hate the sight of him!
"Isn't this the lad that keeps hovering around Rhydian?" Elien questions, and I take a deep breath.
He is.
"Wow… He looks horrible. Did he steal something to get beaten like this?" Elien speaks again, and I stare at the purple patch around one of Bram's eyes, as well as the cuts and bruises all over his face and neck.
I don't know, and quite honestly, I don't give a fuck what happened to him!
I reply, and Elien scoffs.
"Wow! You really don't like him." He replies, and I roll my eyes.
Do you like him!?
"I don't like or hate him. He means nothing to me." Elien replies, and I sigh.
