40th Kiss

With anger coursing through my veins, I marched towards Janine. Despite seeing Arianne being carried away by Kevin, I knew I couldn't catch up to them. It seemed wiser to give her some space to let her cool down. If I force myself to talk to her in this situation, it might just make things worse for us.

"What in the world do you think you're doing?" I seethed, my hand clasping her arm tightly. I struggled to restrain the urge to harm her.

The sight of my anger seemed to startle her, and rightfully so. For I, myself, wasn't entirely sure what I might do in this heated state. I had placed my trust in her, believing all she sought was friendship, but Arianne's suspicions proved valid. There was a cause for her jealousy—I can’t trust Janine.

"Ouch, Joseph. You're hurting me," she whimpered, attempting to break free from my grasp. Yet, I refused to release her, tightening my hold instead.