Chapter 12: Complicated past

Genevieve's POV I stared at him in shock. What did he just say? And, what does that mean? I thought. "What?" I asked in shock. "Why do you look so shocked? You don't believe me? You should have heard about me by now, I never lie. Whatever I say, I mean it," he responded. "You should have heard about me by now," his words echoed in my head. He was right, I had never stopped hearing about him since I arrived at the school. He was a playboy as well as bad news. I should set things right and steer clear of him before things get out of hand. I snatched my hand from him, ignoring the tingling sensation in my arm. "Why do you keep following me around? Don't you get that I don't want to see you, be seen with you, or even speak to you? Why not just leave me alone?" I inquired, feeling frustrated by his actions and by my feelings. He furrowed his brows. "Didn't you hear what I just said?" "I heard you loud and clear. I'm not a piece of furniture that you can want for a day and dump the next," I