(I'm not good at descriptions, so just read this story anyways... please?)
The limo stopped at a light, and I opened the door, "Odia, what are you doing?!" Kyoya snapped.
"Keeping my distance from you, just like you wanted." I seethed, my voice horribly shaking as I began to climb out of the limo.
Then his hand latched onto my arm.
I had anticipated being alone, I was always alone, but then I was hired to help with sales as a way to pay off the stupid vase that a boyish girl accidentally dropped on my head.
Then I got trapped in a labyrinth of emotion.