What are trying to do? What is the point of all these devilish games?
Everytime I look at him I can't help but ask myself these questions, that I wish to ask him instead of staying quiet for the sake of Andrew.
Now, I am looking straight into his icy eyes and asking why he's doing this. And I have this feeling that he understands what I'm telling him, even if I'm not opening my mouth and not letting any words get out of my throat.
But my eyes are speaking for themselves and so are his eyes, they're telling me that he gets me well. He knows I won't he able to say anything in front of Andrew.
I'm going to make this night a living hell for you Jessica, that's what he's trying to tell me through his cold stares.
"First of all, that's very narcissistic of you. Second, why do I feel like this round is for Jess?" Andrew asks his brother, with eyebrows raised.
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