Mate me at Hollywood
"Lara. The guy made the internet hate you, and shattered your heart. Now he’s feeding you some Twilight fanfiction BS and you're buying it? Come on."
Am I crazy? David's soft, convincing voice is making me doubt my own sanity.
"But... I saw things..."
"What kind of things?" he asks, looking at me like I'm five seconds away from a schizophrenic episode.
"Stop acting like I'm fucking crazy!!" I scream.
He says nothing, but gives me a pitiful smile that means, "would a non-crazy person scream like that?"
"Tell me the things you saw, Lara," he asks, his voice suspiciously soft.