In the music hall, Mr Dwayne and I engaged in a pretty friendly conversation. I found out he was a really good listener and I couldn't help but talk about Mr rude with him. Just as he was about saying something to me about Mr rude, the jerk walked into the room. Seeing him, Mr Dwayne excused himself and this made me wonder if he was scared of Mr rude because was the director's son or was it something else?
"I was wondering where you are," Mr rude said.
A subtle frown settled on my face. What part of 'leave me alone' doesn't he understand.
"I got you food," he spoke again surprising me.
"I don't want it." I instantly rejected him.
"You didn't eat during lunch, you shouldn't skip your meals."
"What are you? My mom? I said, I don't want it," I shouted at him and this awakened the pain on my scalp.
I winched as I brought my fingers to my massage them. Gosh! He should just go away.