Chap-31*Body Heat*

Cynthia Dion: "Do you want to argue?" he grunted, narrowing his eyes. "You're the one blocking my way," I stated, raising my voice a little. "Lower your volume," he closed his eyes momentarily, processing, and then muttered under his breath, "Get inside; I'll drop you off at home." He attempted to calm himself by taking a deep breath. "Why? Are you afraid someone might see you bullying me?" I scoffed, avoiding eye contact. "Cynthia," he closed his eyes and clenched his jaw in frustration. I was trying to understand why he was so into my whereabouts. He had rejected me and he should be over me now.  "I appreciate your offer, but I can't be seen with you after my father saw us on that tape. Please, maintain your distance from me," I avoided his gaze, but I could sense his eyes fixed on my face from the corner of my eye. His shifting stance hinted that he didn't like hearing that I needed to keep my distance from him. "Why?" He placed his hands on his waist and forgot his own suggestion a