Chapter 23: Bipolar

< Shirley > "I quit!" Dylan announced and stood up from the couch. He stuffed his hands in his pockets and let out a frustrated groan, walking out of the gym. "What do you mean by you quit?" I questioned, trailing behind him with my belongings. "I quit means I quit," he stated. "Now I don't have the patience to teach you the meaning of 'quit," he let out. What did he mean by that? I was a good student, and I learned quickly. "Huh? But why?" I pouted. "I do whatever you tell me to do," I justified myself. Dylan halted on his steps and turned around to face me, his grey eyes throwing daggers at me. "You listen to me?" He laughed humorlessly. "I think I need to give you an Oscar for that joke. Oh, should I contact the Guinness—" "What are you talking about?" I spoke up, putting a hand on my hip. "But I tried my best to do everything—" "Yeah, right. You did everything. Everything." Dylan gasped mockingly. "Oh, no, I can already see the muscles growing. What am I saying? You are alr