SEVENTY NINE

Alexa’s POV

My heart pounded heavily as sat there fiddling with the smooth fabric of my silk blouse, I found myself being extremely anxious about the talk we were going to have when we got home. And the fact that he was actually upset made me even more anxious, we had had several talks, yes, but he had never been upset, however, at the moment his jaw was clenched and his brows were creased ever so slightly.

“Don’t be mad at me….”. I said quietly, so quietly that I thought he wouldn’t hear me.

He inclined his head to face me briefly before returning his gaze to the road ahead.

“I’m not mad at you”. He said.

“You are”. I said quietly.

He shook his head.

“I’m just upset at the fact that I had to receive a call from Micheal informing me that you and your friends had a misunderstanding with Layla’s younger sister”. He said.

“I didn’t want to have a misunderstanding with her…..”. I tried to explain.

“I don’t care about the misunderstanding; I just care about the fact that I didn’t hear