Chapter 22

SAAFIA’S POV:-

I was so done with him. I won’t forgive him this easily, he couldn’t take me for granted. He couldn’t accuse me, hurt me whenever he wanted.

I won’t let it slide. I decided to act normally with everyone except him. Ignoring him, being harsh with him but being a stone.

He was incapable of understanding.

I was in the hall alone because Jacey left for dinner with Sam and I had no intention of going to the room for now.

“Hey.” He called coming down with a frown lingering on his stoic features.

“What?”

“Did your desire to paint end in one work? I found another teacher only to know you are no longer interested. Do you want to do anything else?” He questioned, standing before me.

I couldn’t get him. One moment all nonchalant and chill and in the other, rude, horrible and arrogant.

I couldn’t tell when he was sincere, when he meant his words.

“I don’t want to do anything.” I replied coldly, taking a seat, not bothering to look at him, deepening his frown.

“What happ