The kind, good girl expression on Anya's face disappeared as soon as she felt fingers around her wrist. Just when she could resist Alvin's hold, he trapped her against the wall, next to the door. His hands pressed on either side of her and he looked skeptically at her. She could read he was up to no good. His question would either scare her or rile her up.
Thus, "Why does your best friend hate me?"
'So he can understand that.' She thought without averting her gaze. Alvin believed fewer people and he often relied on understanding the reaction rather than words. Though she wasn't good at acting, after five years of struggling alone in the men's world, she learned a few things.
The answer to his question was one night but she chose to respond differently, "Because you are not likable."
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