I pressed my lips together and looked down before side stepping him
Or perhaps, tried.
"What do you want Pierre?" I sighed lowly, glaring daggers at his feet.
He stuffed his hands into his pockets and I looked up at him impatiently
Mercedes should be looking for me.
"Just worried. I heard some screaming match going on in the rest room. Just thought I should check it out" he replied.
"I'm fine and I've got to go" I muttered, attempting.to side step him again.
He moved swiftly and blocked me.
"Pierre" I raised a warning brow at him.
"Emmaly" he exhaled, a sad and tormented look flashing through his face.
"I just miss talking to you. Like when I used to hang around at your table" he pressed his lips together.
We really didn't talk much.
Pierre was ALWAYS flirting.
"I feel that yo
