#Chapter 57: Just Like Him

Kayla Nicholas stormed ahead of me, his grip on my hand firm enough to make me stumble as I tried to keep up with his long strides. My breath puffed visibly in the cold air, and I nearly tripped over a crack in the sidewalk, catching myself just in time to glare at the back of his head. “Nicholas, what the hell is going on with you?” I demanded, yanking my hand free. He stopped abruptly, turning to look at me, his amber eyes burning with some unreadable emotion swimming in their depths. “Get in the car,” he said curtly, nodding toward the sleek black vehicle parked nearby. “Not until you tell me why you’re acting like this,” I shot back, folding my arms across my chest and planting my feet stubbornly where I was standing. But his expression didn’t soften like I expected it to; in fact, he just looked even angrier. “Kayla, please get in the car,” he bit out. People were beginning to stare. Gritting my teeth, I crossed my arms but reluctantly obeyed, c