Genevieve:
“Let’s get to work first,” I hissed after glaring at him. He didn’t respond. His smirk faded, and he chose to remain silent afterward.
“I made a map; we can start from the border and then go around looking for him,” his heavy tone was even grumpier now as he laid down a map and showed me the points he had marked.
“I can’t tag along with Ron?” I inquired, not intending to stir trouble, but I felt comfortable with him being around. It was because whenever everyone hurt my feelings, he was there for me as a friend.
“You don’t need him when I’m with you,” he didn’t raise his head from the ground and muttered in a bitter tone.
“I’m not asking for him for protection. I can defend myself just fine. I’m just saying—,” I had to shut up because the way he turned around and glared at
