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Angel’s POV

This is my definition of horror if it really does exist. My face almost bled from the panic when I heard what he said.

"H-how did-"

"Eat your ice cream," he simply said.

He put his hand in his pocket, looking so lazy that everything seemed just normal. I was stoned rock. I couldn’t move. Why I don’t know what’s happening?

"I said get out!"

"What?" he asked innocently.

“Why are you here? This is my room! ”

"We can just go back at out home, why are you even staying in here?" he scanned the room with the disgusting look in his face.

”What? Are you kidding me? I’m not going back to you! ”

"Why?" his eyes are cold.

I stopped, almost backing away in horror at the sight of his eyes.

"C-cause, I'm not going back."

I’m not making any sense.

"I said why?" he raised an brow.

I palmed my face. I don’t know why I can’t say it with my mouth now.

"How did you know I'm here?"

I asked slight mad. He side eyed me. He even removed his shoe and lay into my bed. Damn this man!

"I'm asking yo