Full of rage, I attacked the culprit.
What do you think you’re doing?!
He was in deep slumber I guess, so I shook his broad shoulders to wake him up. Wrong move! He suddenly grasped my arm then pulled my whole body with him in the bed. I am now facing him with his leg over mine. What am I, his pillow? I was now really mad. So, I punched his face. That must’ve woken him up.
Hey! Who are you?
I think the question is who are YOU?
I made my way out of the bed. His hazel eyes revealed confusion. I stared at him hard. Perhaps my father heard the small fuss. He appeared through the room’s door. Ingrid followed after him.
Cassie!
Oh, sweetheart. I should have told you earlier.
Who is he? And what is he doing on MY room?
He is the son of my best friend. His family is living in Korea, so he would temporarily stay with us until they will come back.
And who gave you permission to do that?
I did Dyan Cassidy.
Dad is real mad now. He only calls me by my two names when he is angry. But I don’t care. I’m furious too.
What, I was gone for a week and this house turned into an orphanage?
The shirtless guy suddenly spoke.
If you really want your room, you can have it. I didn’t know it was yours.
You wrecked this place then give it back afterwards? No thanks, I don’t like the color of this room now anyways.
I can’t take being in this room anymore. I started leave.
I’ll help you bring your things to your new room, sweetheart.
Don’t tell me what to do. You’re not my mother.
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