[Jasmine's POV]
Before Gareth could reply, I stepped to the side and stormed off. Part of me felt good at having the last word, but my eyes were burning with tears that I refused to shed. I could feel his stare as I walked down the hallway, but I wouldn't give him the satisfaction of turning around and looking back.
Why did he have such a low opinion of me? Why did he believe me to be such a sinister person?
And the biggest question was, why did I care what he thought of me so much? Why did Gareth Laken thinking that I was a malicious person splinter my heart right down the middle?
When I made it to Isabella's door, I took a deep breath to calm myself and let it out slowly. My only goal right now was to cheer her up. I would try to forget about her aggravating father for now.
I knocked on her door.
"Come in," Isabella called in a brighter tone than before.
In her room, Elliot's scent hit me like a slap to the face as usual, worsening my mood.
