Adrian
“Adrian,” my name rolls off of Clara’s tongue like it is venom, seeping into my skin, making my anger even more erratic than before, “we need to talk.”
“No, we don’t,” I respond. I stop in my path just a few steps away from her and cross my arms over my chest. I narrow my gaze at Clara and watch as she rolls her eyes, pushing off of my car, and walks towards me.
“Why are you being so difficult right now, Adrian? What happened?” Clara asks with a scoff.
She closes the distance between us and I feel even more uneasy the closer she gets. I stand my ground, though, and watch her with a steady eye, unsure of what her motive to be here is.
“Now is not the time for a talk, Clara,” I cooly respond, trying to keep as much of my anger out of my voice as possible. “I am not particularly i
