My hand, which had crumbled tight, loosened again and endured Watson's continued grip on me.

"Grace, I know, you still love me, you're only with Christian to piss me off, aren't you?" Watson's grip tightened extra tight all of a sudden and he leaned forward a little, closer to me.

The alcoholic fumes that spewed out as he spoke dug into my nose and made me feel sick. But I stared at the motionless shadow on the floor for a long moment before I finally spoke with difficulty.

"Yes, I'm mad at you, you and Miranda are together, showing affection all the time, I can't stand you guys, and I...