Chapter 8: you're not going anywhere

Larissa's viewpoint

"Risa, wait up!" Wow, that was fast. I didn't stop walking though, I kept walking towards the gate. My anger was long gone. One thing about me is that no matter how angry I am, the moment I spill it all out via words, it disappears.

He caught up to me, snatching my wrist a little bit, not gently. I yanked my hand away, or at least tried to. "Can you calm down for a moment? What about the assignment?"

"Since you're so smart and intelligent, do it yourself, oh mighty god of knowledge," I mocked, still twisting my wrist in his grasp to break free.

"I didn't mean to offend you," I was not expecting him to concede that quickly. I expected him to reflect on my words all night and then apologize the following day or two, or never. It proved he was the nice person I knew him for, the kind boy who helped the total stranger back then and still doesn't remember her by the way.

To think of it, all the times I'd been with him so far, he wasn't that harsh. Maybe something el