"I still don't see what your stress is about" he replied lazily making me snort.

"Stressing over you? Pfft..."

"Good then shut the fuck up"

It's a Friday, making it the third day of attempting to proceed our project but like the previous ones, it's turning out to be futile, thanks to Alan and the dumb brunette that won't stop eating his face.

"You might as well keep your fucking hormones to yourself or get the fuck out of here!" I was yelling now, rage consuming me.

"I know you're a bitch but damn is this another level" he replied rather calmly maybe too calmly for my liking as he cut his eyes at me in loathe. Maybe he's right, okay not maybe, he is right. I'm being nothing but a total bitch but you can't blame me when a certain dumbass can't keep it in his pants even in public.

"There's only one bitch here and that's you and-"

"Jesus Christ! Can you all shut up!" I was cut short by the least person I expected as I stared wide-eyed at Nicole who hasn't made as much as 2 words since this project. "I'm sorry for yelling but this is so much already. It's the third day and we haven't made any progress when all you do is argue. Remember this project constitute most of our average and I don't know about both of y'all but I am not getting an F. I can't keep sacrificing my time during break for this"

Even though I'm still shocked at her words, she's right. We were given a specific period of time for the project and we've rendered three days useless. As much as I don't like biology, I still rather having at least a credit. In my defense, it's not my fault we got kicked out of the library on Wednesday when I threw a fit after noticing the hickey on his neck or yesterday that no progress was made or even today.

"You're British?" I rolled my eyes at Alan's question.

Seriously? Is that all he got from all she just said?

"Yes dumbass, she's British" I snapped.

"I don't remember asking you" he snapped back and I opened my mouth to reply but was cut short.

"You see, that's what I'm talking about. Y'all just be arguing about irrelevant stuff"

My brows drew in confusion as I watched her pack her backpack "what are you doing?"

"Leaving of course, I can't do this anymore" she stated matter of factly before turning to leave.

"Are you leaving the group?" I asked unsurely cos if she does, I'm most definitely doomed.

She shrugged before turning back and left.

I turned my eyes back at Alan and saw the brunette was no longer on him but he was lounging like what just happened didn't concern him one bit.

"Are just gonna sit there and do nothing?"

"Yeah, it was her decision not mine" he replied casually making me roll my eyes.

"See Alan if you want this-" I pointed my index finger between the both of us "to work out, you have to start acting matured"

His face turned serious as he leaned forward with his arms on the table, fists clenched "first of all, we aren't in a fucking relationship so stop talking like we are and secondly" his jaw ticked from how hard he clenched them as he sneered through gritted teeth "don't tell me what the fuck to do. I do what I want, how and when I want and you have no damn say in it" He kept his eyes narrowed at me for what felt like an eternity before he stood and made his way out.

I was stunned to say the least. I couldn't help but wonder who the hell Alan Scott really is? One second he's being bitter, then acting all carefree and the next, he looks like he'll murder me the second I make another sentence.

I try recalling my sentence to get what ticked him off but couldn't come up with what exactly. I just simply told him to get it together so we'll get our ball rolling and it sounded more like an advice than controlling.

I sighed out in exasperation.

I guess I have to make the first move.

I internally cringed at that sentence, I actually did sound like we're dating.

I look forward to riding along with y'all in this story.

Much love, Ruth.