CHAPTER EIGHTY-SEVEN MEA CULPA

JADE’S POV "Okay, I'll bite; why do you keep staring at me?" I ask the unnamed guy when I feel uneasy, but he stays silent, so I sit up again and face him. "You seem to dislike me, and that's strange because you haven't met me before, so what's your deal?" I try again, and he narrows his eyes at me before exhaling. "You're becoming a problem, and although he doesn't want to admit it, he's getting distracted; that's not good for him, and that's not good for any of us," he states sorely, and I narrow my eyes as well. "How is any of that my fault? I haven't done anything." "You just don't get it, do you?!" He shouts, getting up after rudely cutting me off, and I stay up at his six-foot-one length. "For some reason, he is mesmerized by you, and wrongly, I might add, because sure, you're prettier than most girls, but that doesn't mean you won't be a nuisance either," he rants, walking up and down the room, but I don't let out any of my thoughts since he doesn't look like he's done spe