Sinful
My lower-lip quivered as I pressed my fist with my lips.
Benji’s frown got uglier and he rolled his eyes on me, “Oh come on, girl… don’t tell me you care about what others think of you?” He questioned in a duh tone but before I could answer, he trailed me off, “If you do then I’m sorry I can’t work with you… you’re not a model material, no, my mistake I considered you. Nah, Nah. Go home, eat cereal to chill your panicked nerves, rest under the covers and sing along Adele’s someone like you,” He tried to walk away.
“Hey, listen to me, don’t leave me like this, please, I don’t know what to do,” I bit the insides of my lower-lip.