34: I Don't Wanna Do This

Camilla "So, Camilla, aren't you going to give us a response?" Lewis asked, grinning at me. "Seriously?" I raised both of my brows, looking at him. He nodded. "No big issues. I'm just trying to help my friend out, that's all." Drake chuckled softly, and I could feel my irritation growing. I needed to put an end to this. "Well, to answer your question, no, I'm not interested. Now, if you'll excuse me..." I pushed my chair back and made my way out of the dining room, eager to escape the suffocating atmosphere. I stepped onto the patio, and I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath to steady myself. A few moments later, I heard footsteps approaching, and I knew without turning that it was Drake. I kept my gaze fixed on the sky above, unwilling to face him just yet. "What do you want now, Drake?" I asked, not still looking at him. He paused, then spoke with a cautious tone. "Are you upset with me?" I exhaled deeply. "No, I'm not upset." "Then why did you leave the table like that?