Imelda Stone: A Rebel is Born

"What are you doing here?" I looked away frowning.

"Well, I also came to get some fresh air and I definitely didn't expect to meet you here. I guess fate wanted us to meet," he smiled and I snorted.

"Cut the bullshit, you clearly knew I was here. You were following me. I initially thought I lost you but seeing you here I guess I was wrong."

"Wow, you are quite observant," he grinned, sitting beside me.

"How did you know that I was following you?" He asked curiously, and I faced him giving him a bored look.

"You're not very discreet."

"Now stop disturbing me and get lost," I looked away irritated and he smiled, going silent.

"Just pretend I'm not here," he whispered and I rolled my eyes. How could I do that when he was dragging his claws on a stone, making an irritating sound, clearly trying to piss me off.

Ignored him, my eyes fixated on the lake that calmed me.

The lake was like a peaceful painting with flowers all around. Lily pads with white flowers floated on the water. Lotus flo