[Storme’s POV]
We are both drenched in the rain. I noticed Summer is shivering from the cold. The blast of wind is almost freezing. When I am about to drive, Jared parks his motorcycle right in front of my car. Knowing I might say a word, I am not supposed to. I asked her to tell Jared, but; she told me to move out of the way and it left me speechless. I am not expecting her to say those words.
“Can you tell your boyfriend to move out of the way?”
“Can you move out of the way?” she said, arching her eyebrows at me.
“Why are you telling me to move out of the way?”
“Because you are my boyfriend. Aren’t you?”
I looked into her eyes as if she was saying it out of mockery. But she was emotionless. I don’t see the madness in her eyes. She was calm.
“You’re right, I am.” Instead of dr
