Ezra
"Why do you always do this to me, Ezra?" Allen asked again.
His voice wasn't as loud this time. It was much lower. That made it worse.
I swallowed and tried to sit up properly on the bed.
"It's not what it looks like," I said.
"What is it then?" he shot back.
I hesitated.
"I haven't seen you in two whole weeks," he continued, his tone getting tighter, "and then I find you with him."
He ran a hand through his hair, pacing once before turning back to me.
"Them, actually," he added. "Because from what I saw, it looked planned. Like all of them were going to claim you tonight."
"That's not what…."
"And the worst part?" he cut in. "If I didn't walk in on you, it would've happened. And I wouldn't even know."
His eyes locked on mine again.
"Why do you always put me in these situations?"
I looked down.
"Look at me, Ezra!" he snapped.
I flinched and looked up immediately.
