Sierra
What is he doing here? How did he know where I was?
“What are you doing here, Ambrose?” I snap and glare at him.
“Let’s go. You know why I am here.” He replies bluntly.
“No. I am enjoying time with my new friends.”
Ambrose draws in a breath, and his jaw tightens. What has he got to be mad at? He is the one trying to ruin my fun.
“No, we are leaving.”
One of the guys I am with, Percy, I believe his name is, gets to his feet. “She said she doesn’t want to leave." He hisses.
Ambrose turns his attention to him. If looks could kill, he would be a dead man. Ambrose steps closer to him. Percy’s shoulders slump, and any confidence he has disappears. There is something about Ambrose's stare that even causes a shiver to run through me.
“This is none of your business. Sit your
