Seventeen

Maxine's Point of View

"What is your problem?!" I shouted.

"Easy," she smirked. "I'm sorry because the glass of juice slipped in my hand."

My jaw tightened with annoyance. Did she think I would believe her lame excuse? Pwes, she's wrong!

I raised my eyebrow at her, "Ah really?" I took the glass filled with iced tea from the table and poured it on Ferries’ head as well. "I'm sorry, it slipped out of my hand too."

She hissed, "W-What the fuck is wrong with you?!" She looked at me angrily after looking at her face through the compact glass. "You really dared to do this to me ?!"

"Easy," I smirked. "I'm sorry because the glass of iced tea slipped in my hand." I imitated what she told me earlier.