Jennie Wilson POV

He has worn sleeveless Prussian blue tank top and black track pant. He looked fresh, his hair still drenched, but his eyes were dull, no light sparking in it.

He looked dull and depressed, he didn’t even spare a single glance at me as I walked in. A twisted, misplaced disappointment filled me when he didn’t even notice me, ignoring me completely.

Why do you even care what he does what he doesn’t!

We girls spend the day cooking and chatting and boys playing video games. Vincent totally ignored me, I guess he was back to arrogant assh*le and that was always the first thing I had...