~~AXEL~~
The moment Peyton slams the door shut, my gaze snaps to Raphael.
“Why are you doing this?”
He gives a half-hearted smile. “What am I doing?”
“What has gotten into you? You've been acting strange since yesterday. Why are you messing with her when we've both agreed we are not doing it again?”
He deadpans. “So many questions in one sentence.”
“Rap!”
He rolls his eyes and pushes himself off the wall. “Should we help her out or stand here looking handsome for her gaze? I know quite a few poses.”
That's it.
I storm over to him, a beat from pushing him against the wall, the door swings open. Peyton walks in, eyes darting between us.
“Are you two fighting?” she asks. I can see the confusion on her face; if only she knew.
“We're always fighting.”
“That's not true.”
