CHAPTER EIGHTY-FOUR MINDLESS

JADE’S POV "Isn't that yours?" Hannah starts watching his figure, which slowly approaches us. "Don't," I cut in, stopping her from putting on whatever label she wanted. "That's your man?" Rachel asks in complete awe when he gets close enough to see the angles of his face. "He's not my." I stop when I notice he's close enough to hear my voice, even if it is just in a whisper. I also wonder why I don't want him to hear me say what I wanted to. He stares at me from top to bottom when he gets close enough, so I start feeling uneasy. "Let's go," he says, and I scoff loudly at how brave he's been after ignoring me for almost a week. "I think you've got the wrong person, so excuse me," I reply with a cheerless smile before I walk away, but the girls beside me who are supposed to be by my side stop me, and I gaze at them incredulously. "What the hell are you doing?" I mutter to them, still trying to get through, and they mumble all sorts of things, like how I should give him a chance