45 : "Tent"

45 : "Tent"

Tent

45

"Let's talk about it. Please. But not here." Gage sounded like he's pleading.

"What's there left to talk about? You don't need to explain anything. We're not together and you're not my boyfriend." I hissed.

"Then at least let me clear things up by telling me why you were so mad at me. What did I do?"

"You can't. You can't clear things up because you've ruined it." I spat.

I look past his shoulder and there's already a man waiting for him to go inside. He looks passed his shoulder too then before I can protest to leave him already, he takes my hand tightly and leads me to his gigantic tent.

I pull my hand away saying, "I said I don't wanna be around you."

He didn't answer and just kept walking with his head down low. I feel several pairs of eyes follow me being dragged to the enormous tent. I can hear the grass and dried leaves crunching beneath my feet. I try to pull my hand away from his tight grip again but I fail because he's holding me strongly around his gras