“Stop following me,” he says, looming over me, twisting his lips. He looks at me like a moth he wants to crush.
“I can’t stand clingy fools,” my jaw drops.
“You—rude… clingy… and stupid?!”
“Go away and don’t come into my sight, you Quiet One!” He pushes off the wall and slowly steps back, never taking his eyes off me. My skin gets goosebumps as if it were frostbitten.
“I just can’t wait for us to be together,” he says.
I grimace, not just with my lips. “I hate this!”
“You’ll still fall in love and you’ll run after me,” I say—before I can stop myself, I realize I’ve said too much. “But don’t expect reciprocity.”
“People like Kaysynov can’t love,” I add. “Can’t give their heart to one single person. I don’t need that!”
“I only wanted to piss you off.”
“Are you challenging me, Quiet One?” he snarls.
“The loser fulfills a wish. And you know mine…”