14

G took my arm and squeezed it, dragging me away from the spot where just moments ago one of the strangest scenes I'd ever seen had just happened. Bad boys aren't that rare in books. Of course, G didn't stop even though I told him a couple of times that his grip hurt. He was going to leave a mark on me. I sensed it. It wasn't until he threw me on my bed that he was quiet. He slammed the door. I shrugged and covered myself with the pillow, the most effective shield I found around me.

He did not apologize. He looked at me unfriendly and I wished the G from this morning would come back. The one in front of me looked too much like the one who came into my apartment not long ago, that is, not G, but the idiot. In my head, they weren't the same person. G was the nice one, and the idiot was ... well, idiot. It was easy to recognize one from the other. His eyes threw daggers at me. I sighed. 

- I haven't done anything, G- I mumbled. He didn't want a fight now.