Ambrose
I switch the lamp on, staring at Sierra, but not saying a word. She is fuming. Her eyes are wide, and her face is red with anger. Crossing her arms over her chest and tapping her foot on the ground, she impatiently waited for me to say something, anything. I don’t. The longer I stay silent, the more pissed off she becomes.
“Why aren’t you saying anything?” she snaps.
I sit up. “Because I refuse to encourage your childish behavior, Sierra.”
“My childish behavior? You are the one who came to my room, stole the remote and then threw a tantrum, Ambrose. The only one acting like a child is you,” she counters, her fists clenching at her sides.
“Sierra, go away. I don’t need your bullshit tonight.”
With her arms still folded over her chest, she shakes her head, staying right whe
