Charlotte's POV
Unable to ignore him anymore, I walked up to his car. Seething.
He tried to hide his face with his hand but he knew I was walking to him. He knew I knew that he was the one in there.
I knocked on the car window several times until he had no choice but to open up.
He got out of the car and chuckled nervously, pocketing his hands.
"What is the meaning of this?" There was no trace of a smile on my face.
"This? What...?" He tried to feign ignorance to what I was saying but from my unwavering expression, he knew I had caught on to what he was doing.
"Look, I was just hanging around okay? Nothing serious. I just got here not long..." he tried to explain but I cut him off.
"What are you doing here? I thought I told you not to show your face here until I figure out what to do about our relationship?" I blurted, and he was stunned by my blunt reply.
"That's not possible. There's no way you're still mad about what happened. And what do you mean figure out what to do about ou
