Chapter15:

Kayla… I do care. As much as I dislike your mom, I wouldn’t want them to break up and hurt you like that. Don’t cry… come on.” “Stop telling me to stop crying. I want you to fix it, not make me quiet. I’m allowed to cry if I want to… you’re not the boss of me.” I sound like a petulant three-year-old the way I spit words at him, twisting my body to dodge his touches, and he reacts by chuckling under his breath, which only incenses me. Enraged that he finds this humourous while I am literally pouring out my heart. I flip over in a hostile manner, almost head-butting him. Enraged and ready to beat him about the skull that the jerk would find my tears over this amusing. “My crying is funny to you?” I accuse, aware he's now hovering over me face to face, and I can’t do much about it. He’s a lot closer than I thought, and I have a view right down his carved, tanned abdomen with the way his jacket and shirt hang down at the neckline in my line of vision. It does distract me for a split second