"If I were you, I would stop glaring daggers at me," Declan said, pulling on a white t-shirt, "It is starting to get really uncomfortable" He added when I kept on glaring at him.
I wished Clara and Peter hadn't left because clearly, Declan is misusing his newfound freedom by deciding to hike a freaking hill. That too, on a Saturday morning.
"Too bad, it's me" I muttered under my breath, averting my eyes away from him to find for my bag, "You know, I don't like hiking and yet you're going on a hike" I started complaining when I found the bag, "Not to forget, you just had major surgery and still healing" I reminded him, chucking my phone and purse into the bag with unnecessary force.
For the past fifteen minutes, I have been trying to change his mind on this one but the decision has been
