Chapter 32

(Serena's POV)

I was quiet the whole time inside the car, staring at the blank space as the rain showered down the street. I wanted to talk and he clarify things but my bitterness overpowered me.

Why would I make him clarify things?

I am so not bothered by Frieda's words. She was the past, I'm the present.

What am I saying? Did I drink too much alcohol? Damn, my head!

"What's wrong?" He started.

I ignore his presence as I do not have the energy to have a conversation with him. It pisses me more thinking about him and Frieda smiling, hugging, and touching each other's bodies as if they have a very special bond.

Yeah, indeed. A very unique relationship.

But who am I to be bothered? Am I bothered? No, I am not.

That alcohol was making my head spin like crazy. My thoughts were everywhere. My mind is not thinking right. And my heart was about to burst out of my chest.

Anger.

Am I?

"Are you tired?" He touches my hand causing me to glance at him.

His eyes.

His ocean blue eyes.

His stu