Chapitre 95: Desperate much?

Isabella's pov:

"Are you coming or what?" 

He asked me with a raised eyebrow when I didn't move. 

"Yeah coming, why are you so impatient."

I tried to cover up my awkwardness. 

"I am not impatient, you are slow." He remarked and started walking in front of me. I was trying to catch up with him but his longer legs dragged him far away and I was almost jogging to catch up with his pace. 

He called me slow? 

"Excuse me I am not slow. I won a race in PE from Johnson Weck, haven't you heard about it yet? Oh yeah how could you, you have disappeared for several days," when he didn't reply I continued "and didn't bother to reply to someone's texts."

Couldn't hold it in for any longer. I decided to let my patience win in its war with my ego and confront him myself because he wasn't making any move to explain anything himself. 

Stupid!