Twenty - Two

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Skylar's POV:

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Skylar's POV:

I glared at Caden for the fifty seventh time and looked away. Again. I didn't know how many minutes had passed since he had dragged me into my own house.

How could I let him drag me into my own house?

"Come on, Skylar! It has been a whole damn hour. Are you going to tell me or not?" He asked irritatedly.

I was sitting on the couch, my arms crossed. He had stopped pacing and was looking at me now.

"I don't prefer talking to you." I muttered without even glancing at him.

I looked at him from the corner of my eyes and saw him rolling his.

"What do you want me to do? Apologize?" He asked raising his hands exasperatedly.

It was a tempting thought for a second.

"Maybe."

He looked at me like I was some sort of psychopath straight out from a mental asylum.

"And for what would I apologize for?" He demanded.

I looked at him giving him one of my glares.

"Excuse me, but all you have been doing since the day we talked is worth apologizing." I retorted. "You, telling me about these stupid gangs is worth apologizing. You, ruining Alex's and mine friendship is worth apologizing. You, ordering me to act along with Blake, so that he could kill me, is worth apologizing."

He shook his head unbelievably.

"I did not ask you to act along with Blake so that he could kill you." He said. "Why would I do that?"

I looked away from him.

"Isn't that obvious? Because you hate me."

He looked up at the ceiling as if praying for someway to get out of this mess.

"If I hated you that much, I would've killed you myself." He told me.

I've never heard anything more romantic than that. It almost melted my heart.

"We can't know secret stuff about the other gang. Not directly anyways. But you can know about it." He tried.

"Why do you want to know about his secret plans?"

He raked his hand through his hair, avoiding my gaze. "It's complicated." He muttered.

"Well, I need to know." I said.

He looked at me with irritation and some sort of guarded emotion in his eyes. I didn't know what he wasn't telling me. But I knew it was something bad.

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