Madi's POV:
"With whom?"
My eyes widened by his kind of question.
-'With whom? What is this, interrogation?'-
"With Sandy."
"And?"
I looked at him as my eyebrows knitted. "With Nancy."
"And there's another one!"
Why do I feel like his questioning me with whom I ate lunch with. "So, you already know there's another one?" I don't need to ask where did he get the information, because I can see nothing wrong with it.
"Yes! Why don't you tell who's the other one?" he asked me in a high-toned voice.
"If you already knew that there's another one with us, then why do you keep on asking?" I brushed past him and put my bag on top of my desk. I can feel my temper rising by his questions and by the tone that he used.
"Madi, I was just asking if who's with you! I've been calling you for al
