Stranded

Can't

(Tom's POV)

I merely hum in response as I stare up at his face as he sends daggers my way with his glare. If he's trying to intimidate me, he's not effective. I've seen too much shit in my life for a glare to be scary. If anything, it was just annoying.

"I said nothin. Mind your own damn business." I huff, pushing him away and fixing my hoodie strings.

He's boiling with rage. His hands are clenching into fists repeatedly, shaking with the anger that's coursing through his veins. He's breathing heavily and his face is as red as his hoodie. He's gritting his teeth, thinking furiously for something to say as a comeback, some way to make me crack. But that's the thing.

He can't.

"I will throw you off this damn boat if and leave you to the sharks if you don't tell me right now what you did!" Tord challenges me, approaching me and rocking the boat in the process.

I laugh.

"Try me bitch"