28 Butterflies

I am aware that Keith is staring, so is Dante, but I didn't heed them any attention. My back is turned towards them, and I could feel their eyes boring on me. I can even imagine Keith's forehead getting scrunched up while looking.

"Wynter, what are you doing here?" asked Keith after some time.

I was determined to ignore him, for being a jerk that is, and because I'm still so fvcking pissed.

"Wynter." I can almost hear his annoyance but I still didn't answer. He could waste his time trying to grab my attention but I will not give him the satisfaction. In short, he can just go fvck himself.

I buried my face deeper in my pillow and wrapped the blanket sheet around me, still not giving a fvck. I closed my eyes and sighed in contentment, though I could not totally get comfortable because of the two who were still staring.

I heard Keith sigh and I snorted.

Serves you right!