Chapter 6
I focused on my visible puffs of breath in the cold air as he made multiple attempts to get me to speak, all of which included calling me a rich bitch, trying to egg my ego on by calling me weak, and then firing more threats my way. Still, I remained impassive. I wasn't going to give him the pleasure of getting his cake and eating it too. What I didn't understand about this whole situation, however, was his end game. Why was he bothering me? Was it because I pissed him off when I bumped into him, or because I called him out on being an asshole in front of his little posse? Or did he just get immense pleasure from making people feel inferior to him? Hell, maybe the answer was all of the above for all I knew.