Caspian
I stared at Marcel, unable to fully grasp what he had just said. "But why?" The words slipped from my lips before I could stop them. Why the hell would he ask her out? Why her? The thought made my chest tighten, a mix of confusion and anger clawing its way up my throat. I just didn't like her, that's why.
Marcel, being the easy-going i***t he was, didn’t seem to care much about my sudden outburst. He shrugged, that damn carefree smirk still on his face. "What do you mean, ‘why?’ Can’t I ask someone out? I’m not some monk, Caspian."
My jaw tightened, and I tried to rein in the storm building inside me. "Do you even like her?" I pressed, my voice cold and sharp, despite the storm inside. I couldn’t help it. The idea of him getting close to her, taking even a single step into her w
