“Of course that’s what you mean,” I shoot back with indignation. “Unless you’re afraid of girl cooties?”
I can’t believe those words just left my mouth. But it’s the only reason I can think of that would warrant his shitty behavior toward me.
“No. Of course not.” A dark look hardens Kayden’s features. “I just think you’re trouble. Trouble that I don’t need,” he says, like it’s a stated fact.
“Seriously?” I arch a brow, my annoyance deepening.
What a weird thing to say to someone he doesn’t even know. Maybe he recognizes me from somewhere before.
From campus, maybe, or UFG. Or he’s just a judgmental prick. Either way, it’s clear he’s not changing his mind about his assumption either. I don’t think anything would convince him otherwise.
Do I even want to? His rudeness toward me is so off-putting that it feels like too much of an effort to attempt swaying him again. There’s only so many times I can beg before it’ll seem too pathetic.
And I’m not going to stoop that low.
“You know what? Fine,” I say in finality, tugging on the strap of my bag. “Have it your way, jerk. I’m sure there are plenty of other places I can live in.”
The muscles in Kayden’s face ease, and he looks almost relieved at me conceding.
“Good-bye, Sienna.” He sighs, his hand clutching the door. “Don’t come back. Ever.”
And he proceeds to slam the door in my face.