The Past (11)

“What do you want?” Sabrina asked him. She was getting frustrated. Now she doesn't even have a house.

“Nothing!” he shrugged. He suddenly commented, “You have grown up, Sabrina.”

She gave him a dirty look. Did she ask him? He just chuckled. His laugh was attractive. Ugh. She hated him. He probably knew what was going on inside her mind. She did not want him to think that she liked anything about him, even if it was a tiny bit. She hated him. It was as simple as that.

She reached her house, and he was walking alongside her. She did not want him around. However, since she was ignoring him once again, he just kept following her. She wanted to tell him not to come with her, but deep inside she was scared to walk home alone. Her house was not in a good neighborhood. Thus, she usually avoided going home late at night. When he was walking alongside her, it gave her a little assurance and security that she would be fine. She didn't want to get mugged again.

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