WILLOW'S POVI looked between the two guys in front of me. I stared at them, waiting for whatever came next. But Ian glared at me instead. I gulped. I remembered his words earlier today, saying he's not gonna let anyone come close to me. "Why is he here?" he asked. Is just like the tension became worse. I looked at Nate, then back at Ian. I puckered my lips in confusion, looking down at the ground. "We are....hanging out tonight," I replied. He chuckled. I looked up at him. Is he laughing right now? Does he think I'm joking right now? "No, you're not. I didn't permit you to hang out with this bastard," he grimaced. I sighed. Why is Nate not saying anything? "Get back into the house, now," he said. I don't know why, but I just complied. Nate held my wrist. "We still have to get that ice cream," he said with hopeful eyes. I felt so bad. "You promised that he wouldn't be involved," He reminded. I sighed. "And now that I'm involved, you should just get the fuck out of here." Ian spat
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