32: Ex

Laird’s POV Alan managed to hold back her slap. Alan's hand gripped Kiara's wrist until she felt pain. "Let go of me!" Alan then released his grip. "Don't spoil this party with your beastly behavior." Alan hissed back at her. Kiara groaned in annoyance as she held her reddened wrist. She then walked away, stomping her feet. I watched her quickly be swallowed by a crowd of people. "Isn't she dreadful?" Alan asked me with a wry smile. "I don't care about her," I said. "But you care about Fenella, right? Isn't it too long to chat with an ex-boyfriend? Unless she really wants to mend things." Alan said it to me again. I wondered. How could he keep poking at my feelings? Why couldn't he just leave me alone? Why did he keep reminding me that Fenella had ignored me? The memory of prom night immediately disturbed me. I tried hard not to show my anxiety, but the crease in my forehead didn't fade. "Ah, finally, there she is," Alan said. I turned to Alan and realized that Fenella had returned and