"What do you want now" I snap. "You, Peyton" he plainly states. "Well the feelings not mutual, asshole" Imumble, staring straight into his dark eyes, I feel his breath on my face as I lean in and.. Slam my hands down on the marble bench seperating us. "God your breath stinks" I laugh as I walk away, no way was I giving him the idea I was interested. Over my dead body.All Rights Reserved