"Why the hell you keep ignoring me? " he asked in a dangerously low tone, that sent chills down my spine, his hot breath fanning my face as his hazel eyes threw daggers at my own, which are wide with fear from his close proximity and this new side of him that I've never seen before. His face is so close to mine, that I could count the green specks in his now angry, thin irises, his lips only a strand of hair apart from mine, while his fists are shaking with pure, hot anger on either side of my head as he trapped me between his body and the wall behind me. His reserved, well controlled, calm exterior slipped through his fingers like sand particles at my blatant ignorance of his overall existence. I think that sweet little me unknowingly, unleashed his unrestrained anger, and now I should face the consequences. But the million dollar question is.. WHY DOES HE CARE?! ...