Maxine's Point of View

"What is your problem?!" I shouted.

"Easy," she smirked. "I'm sorry because the glass of juice slipped in my hand."

My jaw tightened with annoyance. Did she think I would believe her lame excuse? She's completely wrong!

I raised an eyebrow at her and said, "Ah, really?" I took the glass filled with iced tea from the table and poured it on Ferries’ head as well. "I'm sorry, it slipped out of my hand too."

She hissed, "W-what the fuck is wrong with you?!" She looked at me angrily after I looked at her face through the compact glass. "You really dared to do this to...