17 — Alice's proposal

“Hey, you!”

I sigh deeply and turn my back, yet Alice comes at me in a burst, holding tightly onto my arm. Before I can complain, she's pulling me away from the Sport Hall, with her hands grabbed around my wrist.

“Stop it!” I pull my hand hard, freeing myself from her abrupt touch.

Alice stops in place, finally turning to me with an angry expression on her face, and eyes fierce like daggers.

“What is your problem?” I ask with frowning eyebrows, touching the place where she squeezed me.

“My problem? It's that you're a slut…!” Alice points at me, “You certainly are enjoying having the two most handsome boys in college fighting over you, aren't you? You can't fool me, Scarlett!”

“Fighting over me?” I cross my arms, “If you intend to keep saying these meaningless things, there's no reason for me to listen to you. I'm leaving-”

I see Alice struggle against the anger that's probably growing and burning in her chest because she clenches her hands into fists tightly. She seems to be biting he