Connor
"You've got some nerve!" I yanked the bottle of beer away from Edward just as he raised it to his lips. They were still pursed as he was mid-sip and I would have laughed if I didn't want to kill him so desperately.
Who did he think he was?
Showing up at my house. Ringing the doorbell like he was on drugs, walking in then taking one of my beers like he owned the place! He was dressed in one of his many annoying tracksuits. I never understood why on one leg the trouser was always slightly pulled up to expose his ankle.
It was like he would die if both touched his ankles like a normal person. I didn't understand why he even modeled. I wouldn't trust to buy any of the clothes he wore when he himself barely seemed able to wear them in a normal manner.
"What have I done?" He sighed then relaxed against the couch. His blue eyes… they were dark which made me terribly confused but he smelt like beer and that must have explained it.
