Clementine:
"And exactly when were you going to tell me about it?" I confronted Haiden, tapping my foot on the ground while my hands rested on my waist. My eyes judged him hard, which was why he couldn't make eye contact with me.
"Come on, I just found out myself. It's not like I knew days ago," he complained, trying to defend himself.
I had come back to the room, unable to enjoy lunch anymore.
"Messi? Seriously, Haiden? Messi? Do you not know what that guy is like?" I hissed, jumping from one issue to the other. First, I was annoyed he hadn't told me right away. Second, it was Messi.
I didn't care how stupid, stern, or rude Mariana was, she still didn't deserve someone like Messi. He was the worst of the worst.
"You're talking like I'm the one who fixed their marriage. I only found out after they had everything planned, so let's just stop it. And why do we care if they get married? I don't fucking care," he snapped, his tone much harsher.
