Violet
His question confused me a bit, and nearly annoyed me at the same time. "You said I could go out. Or did you not mean that?"
"That's not—" He cut himself off, running a hand through his hair. "I noticed you following me earlier today. I was about to call out to you when you turned around and left."
Heat flooded my face. Of course he would have noticed.
"I wasn't following you," I said, the lie sounding weak even to my own ears. "I was just exploring."
"Violet." His tone suggested he didn't believe me for a second. "You were very agitated! Even Karla noticed."
Something in me snapped, and a part of the hurt and anger I had been letting go all day suddenly surged to the surface. While it wasn't as intense as before, it was frustrating.
My hands balled into fists and I jerked them upwards before dropping them. "Urghh. Why are you letting her touch you like that?" The question came out sharper than I had intended and I saw his expression shift into confusion.
"What?"
