Chapter 9

I'm sure Liam and Stella would be thankful. They, too, appear to be aggravated with him. Though they do nothing to voice their evident annoyance. Stella walks behind Jeremy and I slowly, at the back of the group, her eyes trained on the back of Jeremy's head as he throws his hands up in expiration and rants on. Her thin pink lips are quirked to the side and her arms are folded tightly over her chest and if it weren't for the soft clicking of her boots, I wouldn't even know she was still present. Liam, unlike Stella, walks ahead of us all, his shoulders tensely bunched and his eyes flickering between the forest, Jeremy and I. Though he glances at Jeremy more, throwing exasperated looks at him. I can only guess it's because of Jeremy leaping on me earlier. He's acting completely moronic. By not talking to me and acting like a jealous idiot. I mean, what was there to be jealous of anyway? It's Jeremy were talking about here. Jeremy. The