When his soft approach failed, Chandler changed tactics, his arms tightening around me.
As long as I didn't agree, he wouldn't let go.
Just then, someone called him.
Coincidentally, his phone was right in front of me.
Just like earlier when he saw Jayvon's call, I saw his.
His phone wallpaper was a picture of a girl.
She looked about seventy percent like me.
"Chandler."
I didn't want to keep dragging this out.
"If Anaya knew what you're doing, wouldn't she come back to life from sheer anger?"
In an instant, the façade of calm he had been maintaining collapsed.
