Summer’s eyes narrowed, and she jammed her fists on her hips. “Xavier, you can come here and talk to me, or I can make you. Up to you.” What the /hell/ was going on? It felt like everyone was pissed off at each other, and with Elena, Gwaine, and Arthur gone, and Tristan basically an outlier, the group wasn’t big enough to sustain that kind of mistrust for long.
Never mind that she was the newest.
She stalked down the hallway after him.
❝Sodding leave me alone.❞
{ maybe before he wouldn’t have said
that, but he just wanted to be alone and
not have to talk about what had happened.
but summer was one who was just as
stubborn as he was, so he knew that she
wouldn’t stop until she knew. but he wouldn’t
tell her. even if she made him. }❝I’m not in the mood for this… this shit.❞
She breathed out hard, hanging on to her own temper with fisted hands. “Xavier Tristan Rud, if you do not get over here and tell me what the /fucking hell/ is going on I will melt your skateboard for scrap.”
Shit. She hadn’t meant to say that.