"I mean, what were you doing in the woods at night? Are you crazy? You could have gotten-" He stops in mid sentence, looks around the crowded hall way and grasps my forearm, yanking me towards the direction of a empty classroom. He shoves me inside before he closes the door and locks it. "-You could have gotten killed, Ronnie."
"You don't need to lecture me," I say, "I know what I did was crazy, and st-"
He cuts me off in mid sentence. "Crazy doesn't describe it! That was incredibly stupid of you! And I know your smarter than that. Do you realize what it would have done to me if you got hurt?"
I glare at him. "I didn't know they were near my boundary. I'm not a psychic. I'm sorry, alright?"
My apology doesn't mean anything to him. He shakes his head and grasps both of my shoulders, looking down at me. "I don't want you ever going to the woods alone without me. Do you understand?"
"What? I can do what I pl-"